… previously on Judgebrix.com
As I was sitting in my Dodge Charger, contemplating how to get my tire changed and still make it to work, I had come to the realization that I needed reinforcement.
Time to call a friend!
The first friend was 25 miles away, and at work. The second friend never picked up – what a friend, eh?!
I for some reason decided to call my wife. Well knowing she couldn’t help me, as she was minding our 2 sick kids, but she could perhaps offer some moral support. I needed a virtual hug now that I was also injured, and stranded on Fury Roads. In reality, she would offer me little technical support, and resorted to calling road-side assist 🙁
Suddenly, a giant van pulled in, in front of me. The driver slowly reversed. A slightly large dude jumped out and walked towards. There where no-one else around, so it could only be me he was approaching. Now, was he going to rob me a gun point, rape me with plastic gloves or was he simply a good samaritan?
Thankfully he was the latter, and my butt was starting to relax again. He pulled out the proper tools from the van. Jacked up the car. Unscrewed five bolts with ease. Swapped the tires and dropped the car again. He had an extremely hairy ass. Not that intentionally looked at his backside, but it was pretty difficult to miss it. All within 7 minutes.
It was 7 minutes of magic. For a brief moment I had forgotten my injury, and was smiling ear to ear. As he was packing up his gear I asked him how much for the pleasure of his services, to which he replied “don’t worry, glad to help!”.
I was utterly surprised and waiting for him to say I owed him $200. But no, he kept packing up and was preparing to leave. I quickly dropped $20 in his hand and couldn’t thank him enough. He just smiled and took off.
Thank you my unknown road-side hero. You’re my wing man. My Goose 🙂