… and then there are friends.
Level one:
“Hey, you’re going to Destination X anyway, can you swing by the Casa, which is on your way, and pick up Kate, who also needs to get there?”
“Sure.”
Level two:
“Hey, my car’s broke down, can you swing out and give me a ride back home?”
“Sure.”
Level three:
“Hey, my car’s broke down, can you --”
“How about we bring you one of our cars to use for today?”
“Umm… wow. Sure. Yes. Thank you.”
Level four:
“Hey, my car’s broke down, can you --”
“How about we bring you one of our cars to use for the weekend?”
“Umm… wow. Sure. Yes. Thank you.”
Level five:
“Hey, my car’s broke down, can you --”
“How about we bring you one of our cars to use? We’re good without it til Wednesday.”
“Umm… wow. Sure. Yes. Thank you.”
Level six:
They show up and help you push the car to a better place on the side of the road.
Level seven:
They get a can of your favorite soda and leave it in the car for you, cold and ready to be opened.
Level eight:
They suggest how and who to call to get your car donated to a charity (which you were going to do anyway), thus saving on the big towing fee.
…
Dave and Margie are… somewhere around Level Ten. I’m unspeakably lucky to know them, and frankly I just don’t say that enough.
Thank you, Guys!
((And thanks also to Jackie for calling around to check tow service info and the like while I was stuck on the highway with no yellow pages.))
