poor mini. tonight while driving home from work the dreaded 'flat tire alert' came on. right in the middle of my newest book on tape, Fleeced by Carol Higgins Clark. i pulled off the freeway into a gas station, and discovered that some jagoff lost a screw on the 10 East and mini found it with his front tire.
lucky for me, there were 3 AAA tow-trucks with drivers in the parking lot of the mobil located at national bl. and overland ave. i called AAA, told the operator that i was in a gas station staring at three of their service providers from Brentwood Car Club (a coincidence, as that was who he was sending to my aid), and was told that one them would be right there to help.
then i walked over to these gents who were each enjoying a plastic-tipped cigarillo, told them that within moments one of them would get the call, and when he did, i'd be just 10 feet away awaiting assistance. one of them said "we could have helped you if you hadn't called AAA, but now we have to wait for them to send us over."
10 minutes later, the youngest dude, kevyan, approached. but not to help. he came over to tell me they were still waiting to get the call from dispatch.
about 10 minutes after that, imagine our collective surprise when a 4th AAA truck pulls up. Mostafa hops out, says he's responding to a service call for a blue mini with a flat, and changed the hell out of that tire.
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