Let me preface this little ditty by saying that I'm not the best looking guy in the world. I'm tall but overweight by 80+ pounds and I'm kinda hairy. Not the most appealing guy, but hey, my wife seemed to like me for the most part.
Setting the scene...
Time: 2:30AM
Temp: 80°
Humidity: 95%+
Location: Deserted strip mall parking lot.
LOV = Lock-out Victim (blonde 21-ish 110lb Hooters waitress)
ME = Hairy me. (43 y/o 280lb, hairy tow truck driver)
LOV....Oh Thank God! I'm so glad to see you!
ME....Thanks. You too!
LOV....I locked them in there when I got to work and I really need to get home. The cops tried for a half hour but they had to leave.
ME....These (Chevy S10 Blazer) can be a pain sometimes but I'll do my best.
LOV signed the damage waiver and I fiddled with the lock for maybe 5 minutes.
LOV....(impatient) I'll do ANYTHING if you get it open!
ME....(perv that I am) Anything?
LOV....(looks me over with a completely underwhelmed expression on her face) Yes, anything.
Not ten seconds later I got the tool on the proper linkage rod and opened the door. I reach in, grab her keys from the ignition and hand them to her.
LOV....(Heavy sigh followed by a scared smile) Thank you.
ME....Your very welcome. Have a nice night. (as I walk toward the truck)
LOV....Wait! Ummm...
ME....Yes?
LOV....Don't you...?
ME....Yes Ma'am? (as I got into the truck)
LOV...Aren't you...?
ME....No Ma'am.
LOV walks over to the truck, opens the door, leans in, kisses me on the cheek, puts a $20 in my hand, says thanks and calls me by my name (which never happens even though it's printed on my shirt).
As I was returning to the garage after a subsequent call, the AAA dispatcher calls me on the radio and asks me to call her on the phone when I got 10-19. (back to base) As it turns out, LOV called them to tell them exactly what happened including her offer and told them how professional I had been when I didn't have to be, all things considering.
She was the nicest customer I had in the little over 2 years I ran calls for AAA.
Setting the scene...
Time: 2:30AM
Temp: 80°
Humidity: 95%+
Location: Deserted strip mall parking lot.
LOV = Lock-out Victim (blonde 21-ish 110lb Hooters waitress)
ME = Hairy me. (43 y/o 280lb, hairy tow truck driver)
LOV....Oh Thank God! I'm so glad to see you!
ME....Thanks. You too!
LOV....I locked them in there when I got to work and I really need to get home. The cops tried for a half hour but they had to leave.
ME....These (Chevy S10 Blazer) can be a pain sometimes but I'll do my best.
LOV signed the damage waiver and I fiddled with the lock for maybe 5 minutes.
LOV....(impatient) I'll do ANYTHING if you get it open!
ME....(perv that I am) Anything?
LOV....(looks me over with a completely underwhelmed expression on her face) Yes, anything.
Not ten seconds later I got the tool on the proper linkage rod and opened the door. I reach in, grab her keys from the ignition and hand them to her.
LOV....(Heavy sigh followed by a scared smile) Thank you.
ME....Your very welcome. Have a nice night. (as I walk toward the truck)
LOV....Wait! Ummm...
ME....Yes?
LOV....Don't you...?
ME....Yes Ma'am? (as I got into the truck)
LOV...Aren't you...?
ME....No Ma'am.
LOV walks over to the truck, opens the door, leans in, kisses me on the cheek, puts a $20 in my hand, says thanks and calls me by my name (which never happens even though it's printed on my shirt).
As I was returning to the garage after a subsequent call, the AAA dispatcher calls me on the radio and asks me to call her on the phone when I got 10-19. (back to base) As it turns out, LOV called them to tell them exactly what happened including her offer and told them how professional I had been when I didn't have to be, all things considering.
She was the nicest customer I had in the little over 2 years I ran calls for AAA.
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