Let's Pitch It

This weekend (yesterday actually) I had a doozy of a time.  I had reluctantly agreed to meet with a new client Sunday afternoon.  Usually I don't do the weekend client thing but they're good guys and nobody can turn down a good job these days so after working on finishing our dining room table and stacking wood between coats of poly I put on my sunday (almost) best and headed to scenic Harpswell for my meeting with our newest junior member in tow.  The job site was 5 miles south of Brunswick at the end of a very remote 1 mile dirt road.  I get there, meet with the clients for about an hour and then go to get the pooch out of the car so she can relieve herself and wouldn't you know it, she had managed to lock herself in the car with the keys safely in it.  No worries, Marcy was shopping with B in Brunswick.  I'll just call her and they'll come down and open it up for us.  I tried her multiple times to no avail and I couldn't find my AAA card so I got a ride from the client to town so that I could at least have a coffee while I waited for Marcy and B to show up.  3, 4 maybe 5 tries later and I still can't reach Marcy and it's now starting to get dark.  Shit.

I finally find my AAA card and make the call to get help but the ass at the end of the line refuses to send someone because I'm not at the car and won't let me catch a ride in the truck even though the driver is going to go RIGHT FRICKIN PAST ME!  What to do, what to do.  Eventually, after trying marcy several more times to no avail I decide to walk to Wal Mart and try calling a cab.  Of course, the only cab company in town is closed on Sundays so, instead, I buy a headlamp and start hoofing it the 6 miles to the car.  Solid plan.  If AAA won't let me in a rock sure will.  I step out of Wal Mart and feel a drop of rain.  Frickin beautiful.  By the time I get back to the main road it's sleeting like a mother, dark as hell and because this would make for a perfect horror/suspense movie, my phone battery starts beeping at me as it's about to shit the bed.  Fuck me in the goat ass.

At this point, I figure I've got at least an hour walk ahead of me so I might as well call AAA again (and hope the battery holds out) and see if someone would meet me there in an hour.  Lucky for me, this operator took pity on me and (mostly) on my poor defenseless dog and bent the rules so that the wrecker would pick me up on his way to pop the locks.  So the lessen here (other than not leaving the keys in the car with a hyperactive dog) is, if you need AAA in a hurry, tell them there is a dog in the car.  Nobody cares about people but everybody (almost) loves dogs.