I am not usually a lonely person but I will admit to feeling a bit lonely this morning. A broken down car in the middle of nowhere with no help at hand will do that to you. Of course the only thing to do is get to know people.
I started with Greg from Triple A. He had a bushy blonde goatee, multiple tattoos and a tow truck. He was able to get the car started, of course. For a moment I was tempted to ask him to just stay with me until home time, but in the end we both agreed it made most sense for me to drive the car right to the Mazda dealership: I could carry on my social outreach from there. He gave me his card though, in case I need anything else.
The dealership was just opening, although the service section was closed today. I put my keys, the details of the problem, and my contact details in the drop box. The temperature was 103 degrees and so I hurried into the showroom to get some shade. A nice man in a salmon pink shirt provided address details while I phoned a cab. Didn’t get his name, but I’ll catch up with him tomorrow when I pick up the car. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see me.
Khalid is my new driver. His cab has two giant cracks in the windshield so he wouldn’t be everyone’s first choice of chauffeur, but he suits me just fine. He’ll come and pick me up tonight after dinner and bring me back to fat camp tomorrow morning.
I feel a lot better now I have a social infrastructure in place. Oh, and I swam half a mile today.