After some four hours of lies and excuses, the road service driver finally showed up. And guess what? We have been dealing with a tow truck service that doesn’t have a bleedin’ tow truck! That’s right. They only have a great big flatbed truck that doesn’t fit in our driveway: you need a regular tow truck for that. And they ain’t got one.
We are living in the age of Nothing Works.
Now I’m hours behind in my work, viewership way down, my legs are killing me from standing around and waiting all this time, and the auto club–I suppose! but I could be wrong–is trying to find a tow truck service that actually has a tow truck.
How about a lifeboat service that has no boat? A first aid squad that has no ambulance?
I wonder if this was what happened to the Indus Valley civilization.
P.S.–The auto club just called. They’ve found a tow truck. I didn’t ask where. They’ll be here within an hour. I think we’ve heard that before.