Tow Truck Drivers

Yesterday the forces that be tried to ruin my insanely good mood this week, but they failed miserably.

Lately I have been trying to not get really pissed off or stressed out over stuff, and for the most part its been working.

In this case, I left work at around 5:30, and had plans of speeding home, going to the gym for a bit, then hanging out with Aimee later on. So, I hop into my car, and head towards the 93 tunnel. I reach the bridge off of sleeper street, and hear the horrid sound I have heard before of not just a flat tire, but a REAL flat tire that is about to fly off the rim. I ended up pulling over basically in front of the rose wharf hotel place. Now, there is where my typical awesome luck kicks into full gear.

1. I forgot my cell phone at home
2. I dont know anyones phone number off the top of my head except for my house number
3. I dont have AAA anymore
4. My nice full size spare tire was sitting in my garage laughing at me
5. I parked my car in between not 1, but 2 fire hydrants. What kind of parking ticket is that?

So trying to think of what to do, I try to find a payphone, finally find one, and call my house. Everyone in my house is useless for situations like this except for maybe my father, but of course he wasn’t home, so I told my mother to just call a tow truck for me. (that was in between the 50 questions she was asking me even though I was on a payphone).

So I hang up and head towards my car. Also, since when did it cost 50 cents to use a pay phone? assholes!

As I am walking back to my car, I think to myself, there is no way my mother actually called a tow truck, that would be too easy. So I find another payphone, call 411, and when they ask me who I need a number for, I say “A tow truck” they say, “do you know the name of the place?” and I tell them no, i just need a tow truck. They actually managed to give me a number, I call them, and this guy tells me he will show up in like 20 minutes or so. So I wait in my car….

As I am sitting there, this dude that was putting trash on the curb knocks on my window and says this “hey, you have a pretty bad flat!”.

Keep in mind I have my flashers on, and am parked illegally on the side of the road just sitting there. I wanted to say no way! I do! thanks! I thought the insanely loud sound of my tire coming off was just the radio!

Eventually my father pulls up. I guess “call a tow truck” to my mother translates into “call dad” He came from his work, not from my house, so there was no spare tire, or anything useful with him. He asks me why I dont have a spare tire, and if I have a can of “fix-a-flat” or if I wanted him to go buy a can and come back.

I say, Dad, get out of the car and come here. I bring him over to the flat tire, which is half off the rim and say, if you think a can of fix-a-flat is going to fix that, then go for it, but I have a feeling it isnt going to work. So he hangs around for a bit, then takes off, then comes back again and gives me his cell phone so I can use it if I need to. Of course I don’t know anyones numbers, so it doesn’t matter.

Then the tow truck comes. The guy asks me what is wrong, and I say, I have a real bad flat on my back right tire. He gets out and looks and says:

Guy: Do you have a spare?
Me: no, its at my house
Guy: are you sure?
Me: yes
Guy: You definately don’t have one in the car?
Me: no, its definately at my house
Guy: Did you check in the trunk?
Me: I definately do not have a spare in the car

He eventually comes to terms with that, and then tries selling me a used spare tire for $75. I eventually convince me to tow my car, like I originally asked. Then this conversation happens:

Guy: do you have front wheel, or rear wheel drive?
Me: rear wheel
Guy: Are you sure?
(its not like I hesitated, or implied I didn’t know. I know what my car has)
Me: yes, its definately rear wheel
(He then looks under the car for evidence)
Guy: Okay, your definately sure?
Me: yes

he then gets in my car, turns it around in the middle of a3 lane one way road (facing the wrong way) and lines it up with the tow truck. He hooks everything up, talking the whole time to me about people screw him over and claims he caused damaged and blah blah blah.

So then I get in the tow truck, and things get real “fun”. I am not sure if anyone else has experienced this, but I think by nature, Tow Truck drivers are weirdos. They are lonely, and they love to talk, and they are always crazy. This guy was no differant.

Guy: Yeah, everyone is an asshole these days. Everyone is trying to screw you
Me: Yeah, I know what you mean
Guy: like the other day, this lady calls me, she cant start her car. I get there, and it turns out she was parked too close to the curb and couldnt unlock the steering wheel so it would start, so I just jiggled it loose and it started up fine. But I still had to come out, so I told her it came to $40. She flipped out and said I didn’t actually do anything, and that she wasn’t going to pay. I had her keys, so she called the police
Me: that sucks, you still had to come out to make the service call, so you should have gotten paid
Guy: yeah, tell me about it, so this black cop comes over, and this girl is a tall hot blonde, and you know how black guys are with blondes…right? right?
Me: uhhh yeah (I had no idea)
Guy: yeah, those fucking niggers!…..But, I am not racist or anything…I just think whats fair is fair
Me: yeah, I know what you mean..

actually I don’t. I am pretty sure that what you just said makes you the definition of racist. Hey thats your deal and I dont care, but live up to what your saying. Anyway, I just want to get home.

Then he realizes that his conversation sucks, and says to me, “what type of music do you like?” Now, I had already seen that the stereo was on kiss 108, so I figured that was a losing argument, so I just say anything is fine. Then he says “Do you like hard rock?” and I am thinking he is talking about like old people hard rock, like some crap stuff, but say, “sure, anything is fine with me” so he pushes the CD button, and metallica comes on, then he turns the volume up to almost where the speakers start getting distorted, and starts having a blast. He was loving it, kinda rocking out to the music, and would occasionally yell out a lyric or two, especially at the end of a song. Thank god there was no traffic, so the ride wasn’t too long, however, I did think it would be funny if I started rocking out too and started bashing stuff in his truck like it was a drumset. But instead I sat there.
We get back to saugus, I make him pull over at an ATM, and We get to my house. I Then give him $175, bastards! I know it would cost somewhere around there though.

He then said he would take my lug nuts off for me with his shitty battery operated impact gun, and I told him I had my own in the garage. he then started making fun of the tools I have.
He has a BATTERY OPERATED impact gun.

screw him.

I put my spare tire on in minutes, and managed to be done by 7:50. What luck is that?

And I didn’t get angry at all. good old “Triple C”.

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