My poor daughter and her fiance had a worrisome and uncomfortable experience last night. Their car broke down around 1 a.m. someone in the dark, and they spent several hours by the side of the road in the vicinity of Mack’s Creek. When you’re on the phone trying to tell people where you are so they can send a tow truck, it’s pretty hard when they’re not familiar with the area and neither are you. Plus, when the only landmarks around you are trees, trees and more trees, and the person on the other end of the line does not speak English as your first language, things can get pretty frustrating.
Things got better when the tow truck arrived. The driver was a really nice guy from Augusta, GA, and made them feel much better. However, it was 5 a.m. before they finally made it home. Her fiance’s poor car will have to have some serious attention before it makes another trip down here to Small Town, USA.