That’s what I said to John, the truck driver when he came to tow my car late this afternoon. He looked up and we locked eyes but I didn’t seem to register in his mind. John was the exact same driver that had towed by son’s wrecked Ford around the same time the day before. We were driving home from the UC football game when I smelled something burning. It clicked in that this was my burning car when the billows of smoke rose from under the hood. I pulled over, turned off the car and turned on the flashing lights. I made some phone calls and determined it was best not to drive it but to have it towed. An hour later John and I were re-united. Frankly I could be happy never to see John again.
Although I was parked in a no parking zone the police office that drove by me didn’t stop. I guess he had more important business to take care of. When I got out to look under the hood one man waved from across the street, but I told him I was okay. By then I had called John. Three young boys appeared when he arrived and were fascinated by how the chains were attached and the car pulled up on the bed. They had never witnessed this before and had lots of questions.
We’re down to one car for now. Mine can most likely be fixed soon but I know my son’s won’t be and we’ll be car shopping soon. It just complicates our day – three people wanting to go to three different places at different times. I hope this isn’t one of those things that happens in 3’s. Does ruining my phone count?
By the way the Bearcats had a heck of a game and pulled off a win despite almost throwing the game to the Fresno Bulldogs a couple times.
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