out in the middle of no where.....
it was forty seven [ 47 miles] outside of fort worth .
i set the attack dog on
KILL to protect my wife and began walking....
after like 8 miles i see in the distance a rest area with buildings
and i thought "
excellent" i can call road service. i get there and there wasnt even a phone
(pre cell phone days) so i begin walking again.... only 39 miles to go.
I luck out and get a ride from a truck driver and it being Sunday he told me
i'd have to wait til church got out before the parts store opened....
we get in there and the
KID from hell sells me the wrong water pump
and he "knew" it was the right one.... he was sooo "positive". no way he could be wrong.
The trucker was kind enough to give me a ride back to my vehicle.... 47 miles...... i was so elated at making it back....
that i forgot the dingo dog was
set to kill ,
i approached the car and nearly died of a heart attack as nashing teeth slammed into the glass etching teeth marks on my side window.
one heck of dog she was.....
Now i was right back where i started from ........with the wrong part.
well, that trucker was an
ANGEL from heaven i tell ya...because he took me all the way back to that store and we got the right water pump "this time" and he drove me back again. after i installed it ....the cross country trip began once more.
the trucker was paid handsomely and then some for his efforts.