AAA prioritizes it’s calls, or at least they did when I ran calls. People who were safe at home with a dead battery were low priority calls. Accidents were top priority followed by people stranded for one reason or another along a roadway, followed by people stranded at businesses or other places of safety.
The weather was horrible this day. It was mid-January, the temperature was near zero. I was running around like the proverbial headless chicken with dead battery calls (Why people don’t put their cars in the empty stall of their heated garage I’ll never know.) when I got a high priority call of someone who was locked out of their car at the mall with their baby locked inside, car not running.
Naturally being concerned for the baby’s safety I ran like hell to try to do what I could. It took 15 minutes to get to the mall parking lot where the customer was located. Thank God she gave the precise location where her car was. The customer was waving frantically as I pulled up to the year old Cadillac.
I raced from the truck, grabbed my lockout set and came beside the frantic customer who was urgently begging me to please hurry. I assured her that I would do whatever it took. Then I turned and saw that her “Baby” was a 120 pound Newfoundland, sitting on the back seat and wagging his tail as if I had a bowl full of Alpo.
I realize that some people think of their pets as family, but that damn dog was most likely warmer than I was.
The weather was horrible this day. It was mid-January, the temperature was near zero. I was running around like the proverbial headless chicken with dead battery calls (Why people don’t put their cars in the empty stall of their heated garage I’ll never know.) when I got a high priority call of someone who was locked out of their car at the mall with their baby locked inside, car not running.

Naturally being concerned for the baby’s safety I ran like hell to try to do what I could. It took 15 minutes to get to the mall parking lot where the customer was located. Thank God she gave the precise location where her car was. The customer was waving frantically as I pulled up to the year old Cadillac.
I raced from the truck, grabbed my lockout set and came beside the frantic customer who was urgently begging me to please hurry. I assured her that I would do whatever it took. Then I turned and saw that her “Baby” was a 120 pound Newfoundland, sitting on the back seat and wagging his tail as if I had a bowl full of Alpo.

I realize that some people think of their pets as family, but that damn dog was most likely warmer than I was.

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