I love how often I have NO idea what I’m going to blog about today when something happens to then inspire me.
On our way home from moving boxes to the public storage location, we stopped by the local dollar store right by our current place to get some more moving necessities (ie. packing tape). My boyfriend parked the car and waited for me while I jumped out. 5 minutes later, I’m back and he tries to start the car, to no avail.
This happened about 3 weeks ago when we were about 30-40 minutes from home, visiting my hometown. At that time, we were lucky that the car didn’t stall when we were at the gas station mere 2 minutes earlier, but rather in the parking lot where my boyfriend stopped to go to the bank. LUCKILY then as well that my sister and her fiancé were somewhat nearby and drove us to get a new battery for the car, thinking that was what the issue was.
Now only 3 weeks later, it’s happened again so we figure there’s no way it would be the battery already! The “good” part of it was that we weren’t stranded out by where the public storage was, and not by the mall that we had just stopped by at, instead we were literally right across the street from our condo building. Not sure what to do, my boyfriend hopped out of the car and asked a guy that was by his truck to help us. Young guy, looked like he was working or something. He helped push the car out of the parking spot so he could get to it with jumper cables, he tried everything to get it going, he even held off some impatient people trying to get by (we were pretty much blocking the parking lot, in and out, but not for THAT long. Couple minutes.) Nothing was working so he, and the “angry” guy from the waiting car helped us push it back into the spot while we waited for my boyfriend’s dad, who’s a mechanic.
My boyfriend shook the guy’s hand and the nice guy said to give him a shout in an hour if he still needed help since he was in the middle of a job. We thanked him and when my bf got back in the car, I asked him if he even got the guy’s name. (We didn’t 🙁 ) But we’re just so touched by this stranger, who was in the middle of a job call, stopped and not only tried to help us but REALLY tried to help us out.
Kudos to the nice guy with the white truck in Liberty Village.
NO thanks to the cranky guy who was honking impatiently, and sent his son to check on what we were doing.