You know, I like to do my part to contribute to a decent society. There's so many carjackings, smash-and-grabs, snipers, home invasions, follow-home robberies, hostage incidents, barricade/standoff situations, drive-by shootings, walk-up shootings, traffic shootings, pipe bombs, mail bombs, and the like. Sometimes a good deed is a good idea.
Which brings me to last night. I quite stupidly drove 15 minutes to Donovan's studio and forgot to bring the box of stuff I was supposed to be dropping off. Idiot. So I drove back. The traffic is obscene, as there's a four-car wreak blocking both westbound lanes. We probably crawl 2 blocks in 10 minutes. But I'm hardly noticing, because behind me in a sporty import with Washington state plates is what appears to be a rather hot girl. So I'm using my mirrors to enjoy the view. Come on, XM radio can only entertain so much when you're sitting in heavy traffic and not moving. Enjoying the scenery is perfectly harmless.
I get to like 108th and Fort, and she decides to pass me and take the shoulder. This is an all-time dumb idea. About 300 feet into her wilderness excursion, the front passenger tire explodes.
So me, sitting in traffic and bored, click on the blinker, ease my way out of the lane, and pull The Colorado onto the shoulder behind her. Time for a little good samaritan activity. Change a tire, maybe get a phone number, right?
Not exactly. I did get a really soiled shirt from the griminess of the spare tire, which was mounted underneath the car. But I got a thanks, oh and a kiss too. (Being that she was from Washington in town visiting, phone number wouldn't have been any good, I'm guessing.)
I'm not even going to deny it. This stuff never happens to me so it was really dominantly cool in a movie-star kind of way. Its like I was Scott Baio for a second!
The whole time, my phone has been ringing, Donovan and Nate wondering where I'm at, why its taking me an hour-plus to run a twenty minute errand. I had to change my shirt when I got home to get the box I had forgotten earlier (the one I was wearing got dirty changing the tire), which made them quite curious when I got back.
Well, gentlemen, now you know.
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