Okay. You ready for this? I am dead asleep in the back of the van, dreaming about naked girls serving me cheeseburgers when I wake up to smoke pouring out of the front of the van. Of course I'm dead asleep, so I have no idea what the fuck is going on. My first thought is “We're goin' down!” I got arm loads of bags, starting to throwing gear out the back, yelling “Stop, drop and roll! Stop drop and roll!” Turns out the van was just overheating. I tend to overreact. This normally wouldn't be that big of a deal, but, seeing as the boys just spent a mellow grand on a tune up (including a new radiator) we knew something was up. A call was placed to AAA where Aaron got one of the most inept operators in the history of time. No matter how many times we told her exactly where we were and what was wrong, she would ask for our location as well as our problem. It was like a goddamn Monty Python sketch. After about thirty minutes of this, she tells us that a tow truck is on the way...
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