“Thank you for calling AAA, this is Alex, how can I help you?”
“Hi Alex. I was wondering if you could send someone to jump my exboyfriend. He’s parked outside of my building right now and I’d *really* like to get to sleep tonight.”
“Oh. Um. Yes. Oh. That doesn’t sound good. I can get someone out there right away. You think it’s his battery?”
“Yessir. We got back from dinner and were in the midst of a not-so-pleasant conversation when the radio started flickering. He turned off the lights himself a few minutes later, they didn’t die or anything.”
“Have you tried to jump the car?”
“Yessir. My battery started sparking.”
“Sparks?”
“Yessir. The first between us in over 15 months.”
“Oooooh, I see. I mean, um, I’m sorry ma’am, is your car ok? I’ll get someone out there as soon as I can, I promise ma’am. Everyone’s ok, right? You have a safe place to wait? Well, besides the fact that I’m betting you want to kill him right now.”
“Yessir. We’re at my apartment building. Everyone’s fine, including my car*.”
“Ok. Someone will be there between 1:40, which is now, and 2:10. I’m really sorry ma’am, I asked them to get there as soon as they possibly could.”
“Thank you, Alex, I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. I, um, hope your night’s as good as possible.”
“Thanks, Alex, you, too.”
Wrecker driver arrives at 2:07. 2:12, I’m walking back into my building. The ex is driving away, still alive.
*tho it has a bit of melted rubber on it now