Tonight I was dropping Nick off in Greenbush for the weekend which is about forty minutes away from where I live, and the car died. I also had terrible service on my cell so it was hard getting a hold of anyone.

To make a long story short, I got a hold of his mom who has AAA plus, so they called me after and said the truck would be there to tow the car within the hour OR less.

An hour passed. They didn't show up. Another hour passed. They didn't show up. I was crying because I was so scared and my phone had died. Another half hour passed. They showed up.

Basically, I had to ride home with two hicks that smoked (thankfully I asked them to refrain but the smell was still terrible because it permeated everything) and they answered the phone saying "YELLO!" It was annoying. But I am thankful. And warm again.

I hate our car. I hate it. I want it to die. Oops it already did.