Don't get too excited, the title of the post is mostly just the gentlemen part. This past Saturday, after a lovely lunch with the Captain, I drove to Park City. I perused the outlets and then drove home. passing through Heber.
Heber is where I should have stopped for gas. I made a mental note to do so. As soon as I got to town, I was wrapped up in jamming to
the hit song on the radio and forgot my mental note. I drove on through.
Just as I made it out of town I realized the predicament I was in.
Reminding myself that my tank empty gauge has
a tendency to be slightly overdramatic, I kept cruising.
I made it to the canyon, passed the Aspen Grove turn off and I felt a chug.
Through the tunnel and on the other side, the speedometer started slowing. With a hefty steering wheel pound and hearty exclaim of
"Come on" I drifted to the shoulder.
Flashers on, I called my best friends at AAA.
I had a forty minute wait until Trevor, my savior,
would arrive with my auto's lifeblood.
During that time, I moved to the passenger side
in case of a break-neck speed sideswipe.
Luckily it was still light out and I had mobile internet to entertain me.
After ten minutes a car pulled over 300 yards in front of me.
I watched an early 30s man walk toward me.
Having spent the last month catching up on episodes of Criminal Minds, I
didn't know if I should even crack a window for this potential
Ted Bundy (he did love Utah you know). But I got out the car with him fifty feet away and yelled AAA's a coming. He smiled, waved and promptly turned around.
Fifteen minutes after that, another car pulled over. And yet another potential serial killer was coming straight for me. I did the same, yelled I was Ok and he left, both of us unharmed.
Trevor came 3 minutes later and the rescuing commenced.
Two gentlemen (three if you count Trevor, I don't because he got paid) stopped to rescue me, the damsel in distress. Don't worry ladies, there are still gems waiting to be unearthed out there.
potential serial killer gems
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