Thank you Dianne.
I’m normally whinging about one thing or another in this blog, usually its about people and the way they behave, but this morning my faith in humanity was restored by a rather attractive young lady in a green UV. I had travelled but a few mile when as I approached a very large and busy roundabout my car spluttered to a halt. There were of course several impatient drivers behind me gesticulating in a very annoyed way convinced that I had planned the whole thing just to inconvenience them.
I tried to start the car several times, but it was obvious that I had run out of petrol, the gage was on empty and the little orange light was blinking happily away as though mocking me and saying “I told you so”. I attempted the starter motor trick, turning the engine over whilst its in gear to try and drag myself across the roundabout lights to the first exit, without success.
Cars were roaring past me there drivers scowling at me for blocking the way, the green UV driven by the rather attractive young lady passed me on the inside, she looked out of her window at me and smiled. White teeth, doe eyes and dancing hair was about to come to my rescue. She pulled onto the side exit, got out of her car, run over to me and started to push the car. As I reached safety a police car pulled along side and asked if he could be of any assistance. I admitted my embarrassment at running out of petrol, and seeing that nothing exciting was happening went on his way.
Meanwhile my Angel of the road told me to hang on whilst she popped home, she would she insisted be right back to take me to a garage and get petrol. She was as good as her word, within minutes she roared up beckoning me to get in.
We had a pleasant chat about breaking down and running out of petrol, which she told me she had done several times and could still remember the feeling of helplessness until someone offered assistance, and the relief when that assistance was offered by a complete stranger. This she trilled was a way to pay back that kindness all be it by proxy.
At the garage she waited patiently whilst I filled my can up, then sped me back to my car, she also waited until I had got my car running (Just in case) before resuming her business. We waved as we drove off in different directions and for the rest of my journey I had a wide smile on my face, happy and grateful that there are still people as nice and as helpful as Dianne, my heroin.
I tried to start the car several times, but it was obvious that I had run out of petrol, the gage was on empty and the little orange light was blinking happily away as though mocking me and saying “I told you so”. I attempted the starter motor trick, turning the engine over whilst its in gear to try and drag myself across the roundabout lights to the first exit, without success.
Cars were roaring past me there drivers scowling at me for blocking the way, the green UV driven by the rather attractive young lady passed me on the inside, she looked out of her window at me and smiled. White teeth, doe eyes and dancing hair was about to come to my rescue. She pulled onto the side exit, got out of her car, run over to me and started to push the car. As I reached safety a police car pulled along side and asked if he could be of any assistance. I admitted my embarrassment at running out of petrol, and seeing that nothing exciting was happening went on his way.
Meanwhile my Angel of the road told me to hang on whilst she popped home, she would she insisted be right back to take me to a garage and get petrol. She was as good as her word, within minutes she roared up beckoning me to get in.
We had a pleasant chat about breaking down and running out of petrol, which she told me she had done several times and could still remember the feeling of helplessness until someone offered assistance, and the relief when that assistance was offered by a complete stranger. This she trilled was a way to pay back that kindness all be it by proxy.
At the garage she waited patiently whilst I filled my can up, then sped me back to my car, she also waited until I had got my car running (Just in case) before resuming her business. We waved as we drove off in different directions and for the rest of my journey I had a wide smile on my face, happy and grateful that there are still people as nice and as helpful as Dianne, my heroin.
Labels: angel, Breakdown, garage, petrol, police, road, roundabout
6 Comments:
Has Dianne got a phone number.
And did she give it to YOU?
Kaz
I'm sure I don't know what you mean, anyway I am saving myself for you dear.
If the drink doesn't claim me first!
Kaz
"Women" always a time limit!
I just recently had an experience that left me on the side of the road. Someone stopping by, especially someone as nice as Dianne, would have been a blessing then. You lucked out!
Lydia
I did indeed luck out, I look forward to helping someone else in return.
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