This afternoon my wife called me to let me know her truck wouldn’t start and that she was stranded while out shopping. I left work early and arrived about 2:30 PM to pick her up. We called for a tow truck and were told that it would take about 45 minutes for someone to get to us.

So we waited…

And waited…

At 3:30 PM we were still waiting. I had joked that the tow truck probably broke down on the way and needed a tow itself. We called the towing company again and they assured us someone was on the way and would arrive shortly. It finally arrived at about 4:15 PM and much to our dismay we discovered that the hydraulics on the lift was broken and it couldn’t tow our truck. Apparently life has a sense of irony. The tow truck driver called for another tow truck and again we waited.

And waited…

By this time rush hour was in full swing so it took longer for a truck to get to us. At about 5:45 PM the second tow truck arrived. Fortunately for us this one actually worked. By this time the garage was closed so we won’t know what is wrong until tomorrow.