Between a rock and a hard place

Tonight I became the stalled vehicle you always hear about on the radio.

You know the one I’m talking about, you turn on 1010 wins on ye olde AM radio, and listen to find out just how miserable you’re “drive”, and I use that term loosely, over the George Washington Bridge will be. You hear that there is in fact a 30 min delay, because of a stalled vehicle on the bridge or whatever.

Yeah tonight, that stalled vehicle screwing up your travel plans, that was me. In ye olde manual transmission pick-up truck. The truck stopped working precisely dead ever.loving.center. of the toll plazas crossing into New York, about a car length out of the tolls.

IT. LE-FUCKING-SUCKED.

I have one piece of advice for y’all, do not get stuck on a bridge or tunnel for the following reasons:

1. It is classified as a 911 emergency if you are stalled on a bridge or tunnel.

2. The port authority just comes up behind you, barks orders at you over their loud speaker pushes you off the roadway, into the back parking lot of their building and leaves you there without any further information.

3. Everyone will honk, yell, scream, and flip you off, as you sit on the brink of tears in the cab of you pick-up truck, surrounded by the boxes your mom has collected for you, since you’re moving, again, while trying to pull around you to get on their way.

And finally, when the tow truck driver shows up, he will randomly be able to fix afformentioned problem with ye olde, pick-up truck. And you will feel like a stupid girl, who is in capable of driving, even though you’ve been driving it all week to south jersey and back.