You are a woman who, returning to her car after lunch break, drops the car keys which slide out of reach beneath another car. Do you:
1. Get down and dirty to try and retrieve them?
2. Give up and walk 10 to 15 minutes to the office in the mid-day 45 degree heat?
3. Stand helplessly and despair, until minutes later you flag down the man walking towards his car and beg him to get them for you, this man who seems to be on an altruistic streak, who then with the aid of his tennis racket always carried in the car proceeds to swipe the keys out?
What do you do?
That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I was on the scene to save the day one more time. Karma may be trying to tell me something, maybe push me towards my true calling.
A roadside assistance truck operator.
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Took Pebble to the vet’s today. The appointment was for regular vaccinations, but once there I asked the vet when can we cut off his, I mean be neutered. Doc confirmed he’s old and fit enough, so I left him there. Which was convenient, seeing as I had forgotten my wallet at home. The task of picking him up and paying was now delegated to the significant other.
On the way back I saw a van seemingly parked by the side of the road. Getting closer I saw that it was stuck in the roadside sand, apparently the driver was trying to avoid the bumps for the benefit of the cat inside. No telephone booth in sight, but that didn’t stop me from changing into my good deed clothes. I snuck the SUV in front of his van, whipped out the towing ropes, and pulled him out. Profuse thanks from man and cat washed over me.
Great right? Of course, since I left out the part where the man asks me if I had cables, I look back confused and said no, wait there while he makes a call, doesn’t reach anyone. I offer to take him back to the vet to ask around there. once there I absent mindedly sift through the stuff in the trunk and spot a utility kit I got off an insurance giveaway, therein finding the rope and other useful stuff.
