Labor day weekend! 3 free days to whatever you desire. Nothing could go wrong right? Wrong. When something can go wrong, it will. A friends car broke down at a local eatery. Time to help. Let it be known, I am about as good with cars as an elephant is good with a Segway. Was it the tire? Was it the axle? If it was the flux capacitor not having enough power to reach 1.21 gigawats, I’d be asking you “What the hell is a gigawat.” Clearly, I know nothing about automobiles.
What I did know was our location was a very bad location. The car was parked in ghetto-esque area. The eatery that they were at was located near a park where druggies, drug dealers, and homeless crazy people hang out in. It was not a place to be around when the sun went down.
Several folks came by and asked if we needed any help. Most looked down right creepy. They walked around the park in dirty looking clothes and idiosyncrasies of your typical crack addict. Just imagine the zombies surrounding Michael Jackson and his lady friend in music video “Thriller.” Yes that creepy. But then 3 creepy strangers approached us.
