Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The kindness of strangers...
So, my car broke down Friday. That was seriously scary. Fortunately, my landlord, the owner of Big Willy, Not Big Willy #1 and Not Big Willy #2, is a car dealer. Now, I realize your mind might immediately jump to “A NEW CAR!” but that wasn’t the case.
Would have been awesome, but no.
No, what ended up happening was, he got me in touch with a local mechanic, who then came by my house, to check on my car. Like straight up made a mechanic house call. The dude was incredibly nice, told me he’d have to get my car in the shop, and came by the next day with a truck to get it.
One day later, my car is fixed. AND he came by to pick me up, so I didn’t have to walk two miles to get my car. I mean, I was prepared to walk because….
That, if you didn’t click on the link because you have an inherent mistrust of all Youtube links...(Why didn't you click on the link? Too many Rickrolls? Want to talk about it? Would this make you feel better? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ5TajZYW6Y)
Anyway, I would walk 500 miles to get my car, is what I’m saying.
And I didn’t have to. The man rebuilt my crankshaft, and charged me a really honest price. This man has singlehandedly restored my faith in humanity.
Also, I realize that “The man rebuilt my crankshaft” could be hilariously misconstrued. But let’s face, everything in a car is just one big innuendo. And boy do I love my innuendos.