Roadside assistance is one of the perks of getting a new car.
I pulled over, called the number and asked for assistance.
The woman was very polite.
I asked where the best burrito place was.
I asked where the hot clubs were.
I asked where I could find a good barber and dentist.
She provided no help.
Kept asking about my battery, tires, hoses and belts.
Was there smoke coming from under the hood?
Was the car turning over?
I explained there was nothing wrong with the car.
I was just feeling unhappy and disconnected.
She told me happiness was in the glove compartment.
She was right.
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