In the late 1980s Juanita had a tiny faded-green 1960s Datsun. She was driving to music camp, middle of the night, middle of nowhere, gravel road. She slid off the road, down a hill, between trees, and came to a stop with one wheel in a hole. This was before cell phones (even now there's no phone service there). She climbed back to the road. The only other car in the world came by, saw her and stopped. She stood in the lights and pointed down the hill. Four big football player-type boys jumped out, went down to her car with her. She got in. They picked it up out of the hole, carried and pushed it back up onto the road, waved happily, jumped back in their car and roared away.
Marco's story reminds me of something that happened to me: I worked for my county highway department in the summer while going to college. One day, we all get back dealing with asphalt and as I was backing out of my parking space, I discovered I had a flat tire. Before I could start getting the equipment and spare, 3 or 4 guys (full-time employees) came over and changed the tire for me.
6 comments:
That will teach those guys not to interrupt women changing tires.
You go girl!
Only fifteen miles? She let 'em off easy!
-"BB"-
The men stopped to ask directions? Obviously a false story.
In the late 1980s Juanita had a tiny faded-green 1960s Datsun. She was driving to music camp, middle of the night, middle of nowhere, gravel road. She slid off the road, down a hill, between trees, and came to a stop with one wheel in a hole. This was before cell phones (even now there's no phone service there). She climbed back to the road. The only other car in the world came by, saw her and stopped. She stood in the lights and pointed down the hill. Four big football player-type boys jumped out, went down to her car with her. She got in. They picked it up out of the hole, carried and pushed it back up onto the road, waved happily, jumped back in their car and roared away.
Marco's story reminds me of something that happened to me: I worked for my county highway department in the summer while going to college. One day, we all get back dealing with asphalt and as I was backing out of my parking space, I discovered I had a flat tire. Before I could start getting the equipment and spare, 3 or 4 guys (full-time employees) came over and changed the tire for me.
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