I'll Change Your Tire, For a Box of Samoas?

I don't think I would necessarily go as far as to say that I am "accident prone," however, I do manage to find myself in a lot of accidental... situations. Let's take last Friday for instance.


Not only was it a crazy day at the clinic, and the realtor, who is trying to sell the house we're currently renting right out from beneath us, calling me every thirty seconds to set up fifteen showing appointments for the same godforsaken Saturday (good luck sellin' this place, sistah! the basement floods everytime it drizzles!) but on my way home from work, an ancient Toyota Corolla decides to attempt to run me off the road, causing me to drive into and over a curb, resulting in majorly scratched up rims and a blown out tire. We're talking like, a fist sized hunk of rubber missing out of that baby!


Ridiculously proud of myself, I pull off the road into the nearest parking lot and dial the number for Lexus Roadside Assistance. Can you believe it? I didn't even call my Dad or my husband first! I know, I was pretty shocked too.


I explain the situation to AAA, they tell me someone will be to my rescue within the hour (an hour? Seriously? I have DVR'd shows to catch up on! And a husband who is on his way home from Charlotte tonight!) and so I hunker down in the random parking lot, locking my doors and hoping nobody can smell my fear of being alone, stranded, in a random parking lot on a Friday night with a car that is certainly un-driveable.


Approximately forty-five minutes later, my knight in shining (sweatsuit) arrives. He's young, maybe a few years older than me, driving a ginormous pimped out tow truck, and weighing approximately 300 pounds. (You'll soon understand why this last fact is so noteworthy).


He's all a' tinkering in the back of my SUV, while I'm dilly-dallying on the phone and before I know it, the tire has been changed and I'm good to go. While this was all taking place, I did place a phone call to my Dad to make sure I was supposed to tip this guy. How is a girl supposed to know these things? Dad says, "yeah, AP, you should tip him a few dollars. I usually give him five or ten."


I quickly rummage through my car and find six dollars and my brand new box of Samoas. That's right. You heard me. Girl Scout cookies. I sheepishly turn to the kid, offering up my six dollars and the Samoas and say, "I'm really sorry, but this is all I have. I really do appreciate you helping me out though!"


Let's just say he grabbed that six bucks and the box of cookies so fast I didn't know what happened. As he climbs into his truck, he yells, "Thanks lady! This is the best tip I've ever gotten from somebody!"


Samoas. I can't believe he took my Samoas!! But hey, it just goes to show ya.. you never know what you can do with a box of Girl Scout cookies!!