Stuck out on a two lane curvy road with no donut and a blown tire at the end of a super-fun day, a biker brakes behind me. I (cautiously) think yay! Help! He informs me there are 18 wheelers using this road often (like I haven't seen them), and maybe I should think about pulling off to the shoulder (like there was one).
I mention it's been muddy. And what happened the last time I tried to follow directions. Getting back into my car, I turn to hear him rev his engine. He's gone before my door closes. Yeah, he was a helper.
The next person to pull up behind me in the pitch black is a gentleman with a thick Okie accent in a truck. Who mentions I can park in his barn. Which is just under the single light in the distance. And assures me it's perfectly safe. Then offers a glass of iced tea while I wait. If I wanna.
This did not trigger Dueling Banjos playing over the shower scene from Psycho in my head. At. All.
Just after midnight, the Roadside Assistance tow truck appears like a gift from on high, and tows James back home to the other side of the Red River. The tow truck driver mentions he's a volunteer firefighter. And that he's picked up quite a few people from that particular barn.
He's heard the tea's delicious.
I was glad we'd crossed the border before he said that. Because I really could have used an adult beverage. Or 12.
I made it to bed around 3 Monday morning.
I mention it's been muddy. And what happened the last time I tried to follow directions. Getting back into my car, I turn to hear him rev his engine. He's gone before my door closes. Yeah, he was a helper.
The next person to pull up behind me in the pitch black is a gentleman with a thick Okie accent in a truck. Who mentions I can park in his barn. Which is just under the single light in the distance. And assures me it's perfectly safe. Then offers a glass of iced tea while I wait. If I wanna.
This did not trigger Dueling Banjos playing over the shower scene from Psycho in my head. At. All.
Just after midnight, the Roadside Assistance tow truck appears like a gift from on high, and tows James back home to the other side of the Red River. The tow truck driver mentions he's a volunteer firefighter. And that he's picked up quite a few people from that particular barn.
He's heard the tea's delicious.
I was glad we'd crossed the border before he said that. Because I really could have used an adult beverage. Or 12.
I made it to bed around 3 Monday morning.
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