A Special Place In Hell

So after much planning, J and I finally went to see Lord of the Rings yesterday afternoon. This entails much planning for us because of the 22-month old person who likes to keep our movements confined to the house, the swings at the park, the beach, the giant car room at the rec center, or the place where his favorite juices and pickles and peanut M&Ms are sold, commonly referred to as the store.
We don't get out much is what I'm saying. So, my mum was finally ready and willing to sacrifice 4 hours of her day so that we could get "out there." (Out there: We drove directly to the theatre, parked, raced inside, bought our snacks, rushed to our seats, and then immobilized ourselves in a womb of darkness within a fictional universe for four straight hours.)
Anyway, the point of this story is what happened AFTER the film:
We come out of the theatre running as we started feeling guilty during the onset of the Fourth Hour. We get to the car only to find that it won't start. J immediately suspects the battery. The real problem is that I've already phoned my mum and told her that we are, in fact, ON THE WAY HOME, just to assuage our guilt for being away so long. Okay, so the car is DEAD and what the fuck are we going to do....but wait, there's a nice looking man parked four cars away, engine running, trunk open and he's fiddling around back there...I walk over to him and ask politely,
"Hello there. Could you possibly give us a jump? Our battery is dead and we've got jumper cables and there's plenty of room for your car to pull up right next to us...We've really got to get home..."
He waits for me to stop talking. "A jump? No, I don't think so."
I'm struck dumb for a second, and then: "Why not?"
"It's not good for my battery, it drains it." He turns away.
"What? That's complete nonsense." I manage to say as I stagger away in shock...I want to thrash him, beat him ruthlessly with my words ("nonsense" packs a real wallop)...I want him to choke on how wrong he is, I want to make him pay, I want to WIN.
Then he beats me hands down with: "I should know, I'm a mechanic."
So I ask you, what kind of person who has the ability and the means to help two people so clearly desperate and stranded--a person who has made the life choice to be an AUTO MECHANIC for fuck's sake--would deny that help out of concern for the longevity--we're talking MAYBE a few MINUTES in the entire life--of his Toyota Fucking Corolla battery?
When that man eventually gets to hell, may his battery companion reciprocate the love for all eternity.
(And if I'm wrong about the power drainage, please don't let me know.)

Comments

[jen]

this guy was just plain mean.
i dont know about the whole battery thing
he threw at you, but regardless,
he was an ass.
a hilarious entry however :)