Sunday, December 5, 2010

GiT ( and Me) to the Rescue!

A. and I went out last night*.

I KNOW. CRAZY. But that's not the story.

We were on our way home from the Small City about 9 o'clock, only about a quarter mile from our house, when I saw a van parked at the end of the gravel road I used to run on. Its hood was up and its hazard lights were flashing, so I told A. we should stop. It was blowing snow and freezing cold--no kind of night to be broken down.

Besides, we were in the truck and A.'s a guy, so he is, by definition, a GiT. And GiTs have a code of conduct that requires them to stop and help motorists in distress. Like AAA, only with rusty pick-ups and feed caps.


I fully expected to get to the van and find that the driver had already called a tow truck and was just waiting for it. Instead we found a middle-aged lady by herself with no cell phone. She had driven about 75 miles from a not-very-close city and gotten lost on her way to a friend's Christmas party. When she stopped to check her directions, her transmission failed completely. So she was sitting in the dark by herself in a broken-down van. In a snowstorm. On a dark gravel road with no idea where she was.

That's pretty much my nightmare.

She showed A. the directions she had to her friend's house. Turned out she was almost there, so she jammed herself in the cab of the truck with us and we drove her to her friend's house. She was, to put it mildly, exceedingly grateful. She invited us in to the party, but we declined with a tip of our feed caps and drove our pick-up off into the sunset.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

* To dinner, Home Depot, and the grocery store, because we know how to LIVE IT UP.


Daisy said...

Thank goodness you happened upon her at the right time!

Drew @ How To Cook Like Your Grandmother said...

Then you went back and looted her car, right? Because you knew no one would notice until later that night when her friends drove her out to meet the pick-em-up truck.

Word verification: tinesic -- almost like a fork

Chiot's Run said...

Oh so nice of you, we stop sometimes, usually they already have help on the way - my BiL always stops to help and carried supplies for such tasks.

Anonymous said...

What a way to end a perfect evening out. Your knight in shining armor or flannel in this case saved an in need person. Doesn't that make you feel so good.
She was able to make her party , too. 'Tis the season ..and that is what it is all about....being kind to mankind.
word verification- 'dregin'

a bottom of the barrel dragon

rls said...

That is one lucky lady.

rockygrace said...

As someone who has been rescued roadside in your neck of the woods, THANK YOU for stopping for that lady.

FinnyKnits said...

Yes! Bubba is a total GiTer and holds a special place in his heart (and the brake pads) for stranded friends in VWs.

We were once driving over the Sierras in the snow and pulled over SUPER QUICK across a few lanes of shady traffic when we saw a dude stranded in his old Squareback in the snow.

Those VW dorks sure do stick together. Thankfully, we were in the truck and actually able to help the guy.

Good on you both for your good GiT deeds.

Sister’s Sailor said...

That tops our Lowes, Petsmart, and left-overs....

Word Verification:
Ingala - When you attend a Holiday Party that you rescued an invited attendee from being stranded and lost in a snow storm.