…….you know the type. Typically looks as if he’s been working on cars or on a farm for days. Generally chews ‘bacca. Hardworking.
I was saved by a Bubba not once, but twice in the last few days.
First, my transmission died. Kapow. no gears at all, Fortunately it died right at an exit to a shopping center. Unfortunately, it stopped halfway up a hill. I try to push it myself….sssslllloooooooowwww going. Then not one, but TWO Bubba’s jumped out of their trucks and helped me get the blasted vehicle up the hill and into a parking space. Thanks Bubbas!
Then, tonight, as I was leaving my house to run an errand, I misjudged my driveway and the street (I never did have good peripheral vision) and splash, landed my tires in the ditch across the street–mud and water filled. I called all my kids to help me push but to no avail. I tried gunning the engine, which only made matters worse as the wheel spun deeper and deeper into the muck.
But the next thing I know, here comes a Bubba with an old beat up truck. He doesn’t say a word to me, just gets out his monstrous size chain, lays down in the road, attaches my vehicle to his Ford F150 (in Bubba condition) and with very little effort, pulls me out of that ditch. He hopped in his car and off he went. Have no idea where he came from.
The things I get myself in to.
So tonight I’m thankful for all the Bubba’s out there in the world.