On the highway today, I saw the people ahead hit their brakes, so I did, too. I always do. Then I saw something fly up from under their car. As I realized, "That's a mattress and it's coming this way, I should duck!", it hit the windshield.
How it got under the car, I'm not sure about, but I realized that was where it must have been since I couldn't find it on the road by looking in the rear view. I pulled off to the shoulder, stopped and tried to back up. Nothing doing. Tried forward, but I smelled burning stuff.
On TV, the cars always explode into giant fireballs, like Die Hard or whatever, so I turned it off, jumped out and (not being Bruce Willis) ran away from it. But after a couple minutes of no explosion, I got the phone out and called AAA. They came and lifted it up, so the mattress could be pulled out (I broke both middle fingernails trying, damn it) and it was just the shell of a mattress with a bunch of charred edges.
Since I had to go another 1200 miles or whatever, I asked if they knew a place I could get it checked out.
AAA recommended Tuffy. Lady said she knew the guys there and they were good guys. So I apologized to the nice lady whose car it flew off of for burning her mattress, wished her well and off I went. Guy told me she'd called to tell him I was coming, put my car up immediately, came back maybe 5 minutes later to say it was fine, he'd pulled off as much plastic and "fur" as he could, but the rest just had to burn off - no damage. He gave me some water and refused to take any money. I tried three times, but I was beginning to feel ungrateful and thanked him profusely.
He said I should just tell everyone I knew how great Tuffy was and how handsome he was...which he kind of really was. And they were.
And I agreed to tell everyone I knew, so that includes you all.
Now you know.
Nice people.
Thanks, Tuffy!!!
How it got under the car, I'm not sure about, but I realized that was where it must have been since I couldn't find it on the road by looking in the rear view. I pulled off to the shoulder, stopped and tried to back up. Nothing doing. Tried forward, but I smelled burning stuff.
On TV, the cars always explode into giant fireballs, like Die Hard or whatever, so I turned it off, jumped out and (not being Bruce Willis) ran away from it. But after a couple minutes of no explosion, I got the phone out and called AAA. They came and lifted it up, so the mattress could be pulled out (I broke both middle fingernails trying, damn it) and it was just the shell of a mattress with a bunch of charred edges.
Since I had to go another 1200 miles or whatever, I asked if they knew a place I could get it checked out.
AAA recommended Tuffy. Lady said she knew the guys there and they were good guys. So I apologized to the nice lady whose car it flew off of for burning her mattress, wished her well and off I went. Guy told me she'd called to tell him I was coming, put my car up immediately, came back maybe 5 minutes later to say it was fine, he'd pulled off as much plastic and "fur" as he could, but the rest just had to burn off - no damage. He gave me some water and refused to take any money. I tried three times, but I was beginning to feel ungrateful and thanked him profusely.
He said I should just tell everyone I knew how great Tuffy was and how handsome he was...which he kind of really was. And they were.
And I agreed to tell everyone I knew, so that includes you all.
Now you know.
Nice people.
Thanks, Tuffy!!!
