Luckily, I come prepared. I have a 50' length of rappelling cord that I bought from the Army Surplus a year ago, and always knew would come in handy. *salutes the brave cord* Well, that got us about 10 blocks before her bumper cut it up. I had to steer her car while she drove my truck becuase she wasn't strong enough to turn the wheel. Man, that cord stretched and popped like a madman, but never snapped. I gotta get some more of that stuff.
Anyway, I got her to an intersection when the cord cut, so I made the block to get into position again. Two New York dudes had come and pushed her car through the intersection (who says yankees are all bad), but after that, I rigged up the rope for another go, and got her all the way home; Then I pushed her car (damn those domestic tanks) and she invited me in to dry off.
She made me tea, and all that. Get this: she's Iranian! I thought she was Russian (she looked it) but she has all these Islamic art pieces up on the wall and apparently is pretty religious (a bit *nervous laughter* for me) but she's a med student at UTMB. She even asked me (sorta) out to go eat sometime. We traded phone numbers, and I left, boots in hand, back to my truck and came home. I never thought I'd have an Iranian girl ask me out before I died.
Well, Good Deed for the day done (costing me two good tow straps), I drove through the deepest streets on the way home just because Galveston is not a No Wake Zone.
Man, I love driving my truck. Hope it's this bad tomorrow (although I think I'll bring an umbrella this time).