No good deed goes unanswered…

You know it’s a rare occasion in this town of 786,866 people that there are some really nice people.  See, here’s the thing, the past few weeks have gone like this.


Weekend before Christmas: My car overheats on the way to my Aunt Nancy’s. So, I should have seen that as a foreseeing of the events to come for that evening, but alas, I didn’t. Spent the entire evening running after a 2 and 3 year old, and then when I got back out to the car, the car overheats to the point that I’m now in a state of fear that I can’t drive the car. We stop like three times.  Maybe 4. We finally stop, and my dad looks at me and says, “Go home with Mom, I’ll drive it home.” Now, my father is the type that hates his cell phone, and doesn’t like using other peoples, so I knew that if he got stuck, he wouldn’t call home.  So, I started worrying and stressing.


The car ends up at my parent’s house, and my dad calls the next day and says that there’s probably another hole in the radiator tubing, but worse comes to worse it’s better to start thinking about getting a new car. *ugh* See, you must understand that a graduate student is lucky enough to live in this great city, and spending money isn’t something that I enjoy doing. I just don’t have money. Period. I like laugh at the younger women that are in my lab that are buying used cars that are my rent plus some for car payments.  But, you know that’s the thing…when you’re young and living in your parents house, don’t have medical bills, don’t have rent payments, you can splurge like that.  More power to them I say.


So, the radiator tubing was fixed, I take another girl from my lab downtown to my campus to show her around, and what happens??? Yup. You guessed it; my car starts to overheat it again. So much for my good plans with my dad, those were spoiled once again with my car. My car sat at my parents house for a while. Then, between my boyfriend and my father, it was like there was a brand new electrician in my parents kitchen.  What happened do you ask? It was a relay because my fan wasn’t going on…


Fan goes on, and there it goes.  So, at least things are saved for now.  It didn’t stop my dad from going to Carmax, Toyota, Honda, and the Chevrolet dealer. So, let’s put it this way….


The Cobalt, my father fell in absolute love with. He adored it. Just loved it couldn’t get enough for it.  He didn’t like the Aveo.  Meanwhile, he LOVED the Jetta. He didn’t like the Beetle, didn’t like the Mini…well, for a guy that’s 6 feet tall, there’s a reason why he didn’t like the Mini.  So, I went out with my friends Friday, (let it also be said that I walked a mile to get down there, but that’s besides the point) and went to my parents house Saturday afternoon figuring that we would have to go to the VW Dealer and buy either a Beetle, Jetta, or go to the Honda Dealer and get a Civic.  But, what can I say…


They fixed it, so that’s awesome. Laundry’s done, and my car’s fixed…and I saw my nephews. Awesome. Let it also be said that watching a 2 year old meltdown is never fun.  So, back to my original point…we go out to eat tonight to finish watching the Cowboys/Giants game, and the poor waitress looks like she’s ready to lose her right eye. So, we’ve had relatively bad service there sometimes, it’s right by Hopkins, so you know you give the benefit of the doubt, and call it a night. We order, and low and behold, what happens? They screw up our appetizer, and we also don’t get fries. Low and behold, I figured that the fries were my fault because I misunderstood, and the appetizer, you know that happens a lot, and that’s okay.  But, she comes back and says that the manager paid for our meal! Now, it was probably a $30 meal at most, but still.  We had an appetizer, drinks, and food. It was hard to say, but it wasn’t the waitress’s fault.  So, we called the manager over, and we wanted to make sure that the waitress didn’t have to pay out of her own paycheck, etc.  My boyfriend even left the girl a tip, because we know how hard it is to deal with things like that.


So, goes to show, a good deed isn’t lost on those of us that frequent Bert’s in Charles Village, Baltimore…you should too…


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2 Responses to “No good deed goes unanswered…”

  1. I will not complain « You can’t reason with Crazy… Says:

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  2. pandemonic Says:

    Sounds like it all worked out in the end!

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