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Last night was day 7 out of eight in a row. Road service has been surprisingly quiet all week but there has been some of the usual madness going on.

Two different members, one the daughter of a member and the other an actual member did not seem to think that AAA would be interested in a tow whose origin started with the meeting of a motorized vehicle with a stationary utility pole.

To their surprise we are uncommonly interested. To the extent that we actually ask our tow driver's whose police jurisdiction they are in so that we may contact even MORE interested parties out to view the spectacle in all its glory with the least amount of loss of fanfare and delay.

I know for a fact that the prison population went up by one and reasonably certain a prodigal was returned to their secondary place of residence.

Case #1: A call is forwarded to us from the Cincinati AAA with an intersection given. So far so good. Then the first grump of disdain for the training provided to calltakers in the city of the Reds. A parking lot is indicated.

But whose parking lot is NOT designated. My partner Jed leaves a voice mail for the male member (in this case) which elicits a surprisingly swift response.
A business whose name now escapes this deteriorating memory is given and a truck is dispatched. I go back to looking for blog responses to my clever Beowolf joke remembering a time when Litnetters were v-e-r-y sophisticated and debonair. Where has Robinhood3000 been hiding himself lately??

A few minutes later the station dispatcher calls me to inform they have arrived at said business and found the van (this is significant in about 5 minutes) has been on the losing side of the collision. But that's not the fun part.

The member is extremely drunk and passed out on the driver. Basically I cancel the call but in a manner that is not punitive to the member's use of service call count. He's about to be punished enough might as well let him have a small crumb off the plate. Local police are called. It's about to get better.

Five minutes later calltaker Travis says a company named Remax is on the phone and want THEIR van towed. Mr. ImbiedTooMuch had wrecked the company van. I refuse. It's officially out of my hands.

Better yet. Our depth peception impaired party wanders off. He kept waking up while the driver was dealing with this. The police arrive. Our friend from down south comes back and is NOW arrested for drinking under the influence AND leaving the scene of an accident. Hopfully he's getting a good night's rest. Remax will probably be able get their van out of impound tomorrow.

Case #2: This one interests me more because I am always amazed at the utter lack of conscience children have about leaving out details to their parents about why they need a tow. I've had preacher's kids at bars, young ladies moonlighting as strippers afraid I would rat them out to daddy (true story), more four wheeling vehicles that are 300 yards off a paved surface then I can stomach. People have got to stop taking those TV commercials as gospel. If your 4 wheel drive can get stuck a tow truck can get stuck easier.

Anyhoo, Dolly Dimples calls mommy for a tow and mommy calls us to go out on the highway and bring her baby home. Car died on the side of the road.
What daughter failed to tell mommy is that the car died by way of blunt trauma. Yep another pole--another police call.

What makes this even more interesting is this: Mommy asked us to tow the car. Not that it was any of our business but Mommy knew a certain key fact about her daughter that should have been addressed prior to today.

Daughter was out of jail on probation and had her driver's license suspended. Ah the hypocrisy is about to come out. Mommy of course figured we would hook and grab the car and bring the prodigal home where I'm sure there would SOME recriminations on how stupid can you be driving without a license.

But daughter withheld the pole position problem from Mommy. The car is really really damaged. It's Mom's car. Not only was our hope of the next generation driving without a license well of course you know she wasn't keeping up with being insured either. So no car repairs to be covered by insurance.

UNLESS -----

WAIT FOR IT-------

Mommy files a report with the police that her daughter STOLE the car. Then her insurance policy kicks in.

I used to often wonder which door was selected in the famous The Lady or the Tiger story by Frank Stockton.

Now I'm always going to wonder which option Mommy chose.

Daughter still got arrested.

And the world spins another day out.

By the by--no job news--probably won't be for quite awhile.