frisinator

So yesterday I helped a friend move some stuff into an apartment. He's been having relationship problems and rented this place over a year ago as a place to "escape". Anyways I helped him move some shit from a to b and then we had lunch. He also filled my gas tank which was nice cuz it costs about $50 to fill the fucking thing now.

ok..

Now the "exciting part".

As I was driving home I heard a loud banging sound under my truck. I was already in the left lane and I pulled over thinking I had blown a tire or something. OR SOMETHING. I get out of the car and step into a half inch of gasoline that is VERY rapidly leaking from the gas tank. I turn off my truck and get the fuck away from it. So I call 911. Yeah. at 355pm. AT 410pm..nothing no firetruck or cop....nada. SO I call again. This time they say someone is on the way...sure they are. So Like 10 more minutes and a Dallas Sheriff deputy shows up. Then TWO LARGE firetrucks show up. So now there are about 7 firefighters there and they see the huge gas puddle. They put kitty litter on it and scram. They looked really disappointed that my car hadn't blown up or something. Now I'm trying to call Shinae and tell her what is happening but I can't really hear that well being on the side of a busy busy highway during rush hour. Oh I forgot to tell you the best part. I'm stranded on an overpass. I heard the banging and pulled over immediately. So every time a whole bunch of cars pass or say like 3 or 4 semi trucks the WHOLE BRIDGE SHAKES. Now I know they are meant to do this but still IT'S FUCKING SCARY.

So we are waiting for the tow truck and I still can't reach Shinae. I sat in the back of the cop car (fun) and make some calls. I can't reach her cuz my asshole friend I helped move changed her number in my phone to 888 sex number when i left my phone on the table at lunch. (he thought it would be funny) But since my phone sucks and I could barely hear anything, I couldn't tell that he fucked with her number.

OK. So I call my parents and tell them to call her and explain what the fuck is happening. By this point the tow truck is here and now it's starting to rain. The whole time I'm on this stupid overpass, I can see loads of lightning and I figure it's just a matter o time until the rain starts. Oh also on top of all this other shit, the battery in my cell phone is dying and no I don't have a car charger.

We get the truck loaded up and we head back to Forney to a mechanic I have used once before. It's raining so hard I can't see the road. The driver reached into a cooler and asks if I would like a DR Pepper. Fuck yes I would.

So we arrive at the mechanic and we unload the truck. They look underneath and find the culprit: a cargo strap I had in the bed of the truck had some how gotten wrapped around the drive shaft and then the hook at the end had hit the gas tank hard enough to put a hole in it. Shit. Damn it and Fuck. So the mechanic tells me he'll call me tomorrow with an estimate and when he can get it done. I pay the tow truck driver ($185 for 26 miles, nice racket huh?) and he drops me off at home.

Moral of this story (there are many):
1. Never help anyone move with your truck ....ever.. that's what fucking U-Haul is for.
2. Never pull over if you're on an overpass. It's very dangerous.
3. Never leave cargo straps in the back of your truck. It's a one in a billion chance this could happen to someone else, but shit why tempt fate.
4. Never turn your back on someone when your cell phone is out. They might fuck with you.
There were more but I can't remember them now.