Triangle
11-30-2007, 04:10 PM
So I'm running some errands today, in the pouring ****ing rain.
I feel like my car isn't running properly, and after about an hour into my drive I pull over into a semi crowded parking lot, which is flooded. That sucks.
I inspect my tires, and low and behold, my front-right is flat.
Ok, thats alright. I roll down a window a few inches, lock my doors, and put my coat inside,keys, watch, wallet, cell, etc. I left he window down enough and facing away from the rain so I could get to my things if I needed to earlier than expected.
I walk around to my trunk which I opened as I got out of my car, remove my spare and my tools. I have trouble finding the area where I'm supposed to place the jack so I figure,"Hey, **** it."
nothing of value on me, I lay on my side in the water, and it didn't bother me at all. I don't know, I guess I didn't have a choice, but the freezing cold, and wetness of it, I just wanted to get the **** out of there, and go home. I slid the jack under after laying down, and use my free left hand to crank it quickly before I need to use any or of leverage with the included rod.
I feel the earth beneath me vibrate as a car SPEEDS up next to my prone form and stop abruptly, scaring the living **** out of me. I don't know how he could have missed me, I guess he was just being a ****ing jack-off or something. Whatever.
Oh hey, I suddenly don't have enough room to move and work on my flat, I can't get into a position where i can use the leverage to my advantage and lift the car. He gets out, looks down at me, and starts to walk away.
I scramble to my feet, and call after him, asking him if he'd move his car. He turns around like I'm some sort of °°°°°°° , and declines with the jack-off attitude that I guess he had from when he pulled up.
What the **** man, move your ****ing car. I need the room to change my ****ing tire. Common courtesy you ****ing idiot, do you speak it?
He says something I don't understand through the sound of the down pour.
He walks off, and I figure out how i'm going to get the car up and move the tire.
Ten minutes into this process, another vehicle pulls up behind me. It parks a few yards away and a punkass-mother****ing-agglet-looking-kid gets out. he's got Carrot-top curly red-orange hair, freckles, and one of those dumb**** bent upward hats. Seriously, what the ****.
Down here in San Diego, we call them Bro's. They're like the Westcoast version of a Jersey Guido.
And He's got a toolbox in his right hand.
He crouches down next to me, and wants to know if I could use some help.
**** yes, and we get to work. We go back to his truck where he's got a different style of jack, and we slide it under my car. I loosen my lug nuts while he starts jacking the car up. Three minutes later my car is changed, my car is on the ground and I'm in a way better mood.
We make small talk, and I thank him profusely.
I make sure to grab his phone number, and other contact information.
I owe that guy a beer or seven.
Boy was I in the wrong to make an assumption based solely on how the kid dressed.
He didn't have to help me, but he pulled over, parked and did anyway.
The other ****er wouldn't even move his god damned car.
Man, what a day.
I feel like my car isn't running properly, and after about an hour into my drive I pull over into a semi crowded parking lot, which is flooded. That sucks.
I inspect my tires, and low and behold, my front-right is flat.
Ok, thats alright. I roll down a window a few inches, lock my doors, and put my coat inside,keys, watch, wallet, cell, etc. I left he window down enough and facing away from the rain so I could get to my things if I needed to earlier than expected.
I walk around to my trunk which I opened as I got out of my car, remove my spare and my tools. I have trouble finding the area where I'm supposed to place the jack so I figure,"Hey, **** it."
nothing of value on me, I lay on my side in the water, and it didn't bother me at all. I don't know, I guess I didn't have a choice, but the freezing cold, and wetness of it, I just wanted to get the **** out of there, and go home. I slid the jack under after laying down, and use my free left hand to crank it quickly before I need to use any or of leverage with the included rod.
I feel the earth beneath me vibrate as a car SPEEDS up next to my prone form and stop abruptly, scaring the living **** out of me. I don't know how he could have missed me, I guess he was just being a ****ing jack-off or something. Whatever.
Oh hey, I suddenly don't have enough room to move and work on my flat, I can't get into a position where i can use the leverage to my advantage and lift the car. He gets out, looks down at me, and starts to walk away.
I scramble to my feet, and call after him, asking him if he'd move his car. He turns around like I'm some sort of °°°°°°° , and declines with the jack-off attitude that I guess he had from when he pulled up.
What the **** man, move your ****ing car. I need the room to change my ****ing tire. Common courtesy you ****ing idiot, do you speak it?
He says something I don't understand through the sound of the down pour.
He walks off, and I figure out how i'm going to get the car up and move the tire.
Ten minutes into this process, another vehicle pulls up behind me. It parks a few yards away and a punkass-mother****ing-agglet-looking-kid gets out. he's got Carrot-top curly red-orange hair, freckles, and one of those dumb**** bent upward hats. Seriously, what the ****.
Down here in San Diego, we call them Bro's. They're like the Westcoast version of a Jersey Guido.
And He's got a toolbox in his right hand.
He crouches down next to me, and wants to know if I could use some help.
**** yes, and we get to work. We go back to his truck where he's got a different style of jack, and we slide it under my car. I loosen my lug nuts while he starts jacking the car up. Three minutes later my car is changed, my car is on the ground and I'm in a way better mood.
We make small talk, and I thank him profusely.
I make sure to grab his phone number, and other contact information.
I owe that guy a beer or seven.
Boy was I in the wrong to make an assumption based solely on how the kid dressed.
He didn't have to help me, but he pulled over, parked and did anyway.
The other ****er wouldn't even move his god damned car.
Man, what a day.