Steam burst out from under the hood. Jim leaped out of his van, waited a minute and saw a damaged hose. In seconds he had replaced it with a duplicate from that van. A small payment by a grateful driver followed.
Cruising the city, he saw a woman doubled over in pain. Jim ran behind and yanked with his arms around her waist. Thank you, she gasped. He refused money and continued on his informal rounds. His van was full of useful stuff, ready to solve all sorts of problems. A couple struggled to fit a couch through a front door. Jim applied elbow grease and it slid right through.
A man and his son played catch on the front lawn. The boy kept missing the ball. Jim supplied a bigger glove and eye glasses. Problem solved. A tattoo artist ran out of ink and Jim was there with replenishment. A lady fumed over a run in her stocking. Jim, as always, leaped into action, proclaming, I got this!. In fact, that was printed on the side of his van. I Got This!
A snapped jump rope, a bicycle chain replaced, a walker for an elderly man.
Unfortunately, the walker had uneven legs. The man fell over and sued Jim for six figures. Jim was crestfallen and eventually drank himself to death.
At the funeral parlor, the mortician looked down at the body and announced to no one, I've got this.
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