Scott@Rockstomper
January 11th, 2007, 06:16 PM
So I've got this 18-year-old kid living in my basement. It's a weird arrangement, call her a roommate or something, whatever, she's been there for a year or so now, my wife brought her home from work one day and just kept her (she's a vet tech and a sucker for strays).
Said 18-year-old's car died recently.
I go to retrieve the dead car, with truck, trailer, etc. We had to leave the car in a parking lot in the 90th-and-Washington area, because the kid's friend was in town, but needed to leave that evening, so I took the kid and her friend to the airport, then ultimately back to get the car, and bring it home because I'm not going to fix it in a dark parking lot at 10pm when I can't even tell what's wrong and it's 17 degrees out.
So... roleplay with me for a sec...
You're at about 90th and Washington, in a parking lot, at ~9:30pm.
You're sitting in the passenger seat of my truck; got a trailer behind it. Ye basic fullsize pickup, nothing special.
About half the lights in the parking lot work; the thrift stores are closed, and their lights are off.
The trailer is backed-up to your dead car, lined up and ready to winch it up.
About six parking spaces away, in the ~2 o-clock direction, are three people (two guys and a girl) slimjimming their way into a car.
About an aisle and a half away, about 12 o-clock, is a guy with a bad mohawk just sitting in a dark tinted Taurus wagon. The other three nearby go over and talk to him a couple times, but he's just chillin' in the car.
About 60 feet away, to about 5 o-clock, is somebody sitting in a running (but lights off) compact SUV.
Girl logic quiz:
The scariest thing in life at that moment is:
A. The trio with the slimjim and/or their buddy in the Taurus
B. The person in the mini SUV
C. The dead car that stranded you at the now-closed A&W for three hours
D. My pointing out all of these hazards to you
E. The loaded handgun that I just set in the cupholder between us
Said 18-year-old's car died recently.
I go to retrieve the dead car, with truck, trailer, etc. We had to leave the car in a parking lot in the 90th-and-Washington area, because the kid's friend was in town, but needed to leave that evening, so I took the kid and her friend to the airport, then ultimately back to get the car, and bring it home because I'm not going to fix it in a dark parking lot at 10pm when I can't even tell what's wrong and it's 17 degrees out.
So... roleplay with me for a sec...
You're at about 90th and Washington, in a parking lot, at ~9:30pm.
You're sitting in the passenger seat of my truck; got a trailer behind it. Ye basic fullsize pickup, nothing special.
About half the lights in the parking lot work; the thrift stores are closed, and their lights are off.
The trailer is backed-up to your dead car, lined up and ready to winch it up.
About six parking spaces away, in the ~2 o-clock direction, are three people (two guys and a girl) slimjimming their way into a car.
About an aisle and a half away, about 12 o-clock, is a guy with a bad mohawk just sitting in a dark tinted Taurus wagon. The other three nearby go over and talk to him a couple times, but he's just chillin' in the car.
About 60 feet away, to about 5 o-clock, is somebody sitting in a running (but lights off) compact SUV.
Girl logic quiz:
The scariest thing in life at that moment is:
A. The trio with the slimjim and/or their buddy in the Taurus
B. The person in the mini SUV
C. The dead car that stranded you at the now-closed A&W for three hours
D. My pointing out all of these hazards to you
E. The loaded handgun that I just set in the cupholder between us