About a decade ago, we left Starkville one hot, summer Saturday headed to a friend's wedding in Waynesboro. We never made it. My beloved yellow Volvo wagon started misbehaving on the road, but we were able to coax it along until Lauderdale, and then it died. Despite my best efforts and a phone consult with Dad, I could not get it started again. So, realizing we (me, Marcus, the girls, and a friend who was riding with us) were stranded, Dad came to our rescue. He was in Eupora when I called, but he left immediately. By the time he arrived (some three hours later), we were hungry, thirsty, and grumpy. Between the three adults, we had only enough cash to buy a snack for the girls. It is hard to imagine now, but the only gas station within walking distance of our dead-as-a-stick car was having a computer problem and could only take cash that afternoon.
Thank heavens for Daddy's pockets! He arrived with enough cash to buy a round of cokes and ice cream for everyone. And apparently, the old Volvo just wanted to see him. It cranked right up and drove us all the way home, without missing a beat.
I guess I'll be a AAA gold member for the rest of my life. But even though they've got great service, they don't trouble-shoot over the phone, and even when they do come to pick up the car, they don't buy snacks and drive you home!
A few months later, I got this personalized Valentine's day card from Daddy.
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