I just ate a taco.
Not just any taco…one of my favorite tacos.
This taco came from Smoke BBQ Taqueria in Homestead.
Around 6:00 p.m. tonight, my car decided to stall out and die on West Carson Street in Pittsburgh. I had just dropped off my little (from Big Brothers Big Sisters), Autumn, and I was on my way to my cousin’s house to babysit so they could go out to celebrate his birthday. So I call Danny, who is working, and he doesn’t answer. I then panic. This has never happened to me before and West Carson isn’t exactly a slow street. I call my cousin to tell him what has happened and let him know that I will keep him updated.
I get out of my car and I hear sirens. Two cop cars come down West Carson at 100 mph. I try to wave them down, no good. Five minutes later they come back through at 100 mph. Obviously not there to rescue me.
It took 15 minutes for a good samaritan to stop and help me push my car off to the side of the road. I didn’t even get his name. He asks me if I had called my parents yet to have them come get me. I laugh and I’m like my parents don’t live here, they are in New York. I must look really young…
Anyway, it just so happened that my car died right in front of Corliss Auto, a collision shop, and the guy who stopped to help me knew the guy who owned the shop, his name was Stan.
Turns out Stan had already called one of his guys to come tow me to a place that could help. The good samaritain asks if he could give me a ride somewhere and I turn him down, thank him for his help and he leaves.
So now I am on the side of the road with my doors locked and a dead car. I get the brilliant idea to call the shop that Danny is working at to see if they can relay a message. It works, Danny calls me 3 minutes later. I explain to him what is happening and start to cry.
“Don’t cry babe, everything will be ok. I will send you a picture of my AAA card and they will take care of you.”
I take a deep breath, “Ok, is there anyway for you to get here?”
“No, I don’t have my car here and I don’t know when we are leaving. Call Baron he is the close to you right?”
“He is in Texas…I could try Shelby, maybe she could come. I will keep you updated.”
“Ok, I love you! It will be ok.”
I first call AAA, turns out you can only use somebody else’s AAA if they are physically there. Fail.
I flip to my favorites and click Shelby.
She answers, “HEY!! How are you?”
I explain what is happening and she says, “Ok we are at Smoke, here is Cory, He has the car so he will have to decide what to do.” She hands the phone to Cory.
“Hey! What is going on? We are at Smoke, but we can be there as soon as possible. Shelby has AAA so we can call a truck when we get there.”
I thank him, tell him I love them both and I will see them soon.
So then I am back in my locked car alone. I call my mom of course to fill her in on what is happening in my life. In the middle of talking to her, the original tow truck pulls up. It is now 7:00 p.m. I hang up the phone with my mom.
I think his name is Bob, that is what the truck says anyway – ‘Bob’s Towing’. He is a nice guy, missing a few teeth, I actually think these type of guys know their stuff better than anyone.
“What’s going on? Tell me what happened.”
“I think it may be the battery, maybe the alternator? I just stalled out while sitting at the light and now my car is completely dead.”
He asks me put the car in neutral, guide it back beside his truck while I steer, pop the hood and he would take a look. I get out my jumper cables and he hooks the cars up.
After about 10 minutes and some good classic weathered mechanic tests, he discovers that my fuel pump is bad (which really sucks cuz I just filled my tank!)
I explain to him about the cops not stopping and me panicking. He fills me in on a high speed chase that had happened that he just come from. Apparently a car that was exactly the same as mine was totaled only a mile from where I stalled out. So weird how things happen.
That is when Cory and Shelby pull up. Bob says to call him if AAA doesn’t come through. He pulls out and I walk over to Shelby and Cory.
“We are here to rescue you!” Shelby says.
“And we brought tacos!!!” Cory holds up a Smoke BBQ bag.
“And a cookie!” says Shelby.
“I love you guys, seriously,” I say smiling and I get in the back seat.
We call AAA, get everything squared away and then we sit.
20 minutes. 30 minutes. 40 minutes. An hour. A little over an hour and some funny moments pass and the AAA truck comes to tow my car away.
Basically this adventure is over. Four hours later Cory and Shelby have left my apartment and I’ve finished my taco. My favorite taco from Smoke BBQ Taqueria, that only people who care about me would know without asking that it is indeed my favorite.
I’m not even worried about my car. You can always fix those, but true friends are hard to come by. I discovered today what true friendship is and I will never take it for granted. I love you guys so much and you really did rescue me today in more ways than one. ❤