It was a two tow truck, take the bus day
A few years ago, I read an article about children. They took tests from grade school kids and showed off their most ridiculous answers, because kids say the darndest things. One particular answer struck me as right, even though the teacher didn’t like it.
The question in question was: “Dad was late for work today because?”
A. The car wouldn’t fly
B. The car wouldn’t start
C. The car wouldn’t stop
A young boy chose answer C. He reasoned, “Cars can’t fly. But if my dad’s car wouldn’t start, he’d take the bus. The answer must be C. He would have to drive around and around until he ran out of gas. That would make him late.”
This kid is brilliant! I admire his thought process. He couldn’t imagine his father giving up so easily.
Personally, I would have also accepted A as well. I’m often late to work because my car can’t fly. If it could, I would take off over the parkway and be downtown in minutes, soaring over Mt. Washington instead of slowly crawling through the Fort Pitt Tunnels.
Flying cars for everyone!
Of course, if everyone had a flying car I’d be in the same traffic … only higher.
Imagine trying to merge upward! This is the answer to the age-old question: “Why don’t we have flying cars?” Because most people can’t drive in two dimensions, let alone three.
But I digress, like I do. Last week, I had to ride the bus.
See answer B.
I know, First World Problems! I know I’m lucky to have a car and a place to put it. I’m also lucky to have places it has to be (with me inside of it). Please permit me a few paragraphs to whine about it.
The car conked out last Monday, the coldest day in the world. How cold was it?
Let’s consult the Old-Joke-O-Meter:
“It was so cold! It was so cold politicians had to put their hands in their OWN pockets!”
Ba-dum-tss!
There I was trying to get the engine to turn over. It would just go “Rrr Rrr Rrr” like a 2-year-old pretending to be a lion.
I called Triple A for help. Five hours later, a tow truck arrived. The driver said, “It’s not the battery. We have to tow it.”
I was forlorn, but I said, “OK.”
And he said, “I will have to call out another truck to come for you.”
I became more forlorn. Forlornier?
I said, “But you have a tow truck.”
He replied, “I’m sorry. I have to call it in.”
Two hours later, a second tow truck guy came to my house. That’s Triple A twice! That’s like six A’s. While that looks good on a report card, it’s pretty lousy to wait for a second truck. I waved goodbye as I watched my car get hauled away.
Tuesday, I took the bus. I got my car back later that evening. It took less time to fix it than get it there.