Miss Daisy, Why Do You Do The Things You Do?

One thing that kind of sucks about the line of work I am in – free lance journalism – is I am 100% dependent on my vehicle as a means to get income. My car, herein referred to as Miss Daisy, is quite the character.

Over the past two weeks Miss Daisy has been getting me all sorts of nervous and extremely frustrated. Last Monday I was doing my first story of the day – a business profile about a shoe repair shop in Manchester, CT – when she pulled a fast one on me. I was inside talking to the owner, who for some reason thought I was selling him something and wanted no part of it, for only about 10 minutes. I come out to find that Miss Daisy decided to lock herself with my keys inside of her!

Needless to say, I had to put the rest of my interviews that day on hold until I could secure my keys out of my temperamental vehicle. I called a locksmith and while he was on his way I was able to get a AAA member – my girlfriend’s mother – to come to the site and get Miss Daisy opened for free. After telling the locksmith to not bother coming down – he was not too happy about this – I figured I was safe.

Five minutes later some guy hops out of a truck and goes towards Miss Daisy with a jimmy and a mission! I let this guy have it.

“Get away from my car!” “I told you I didn’t need you anymore” “(insert explicit exclamation here)!”

The guy backs away from Miss Daisy confused and shook up. There was no way I was having to pay this guy to open my car if AAA was coming for free.

My girlfriend’s mother shows up and we’re waiting for the agent to arrive. I tell her the story about the “locksmith” arriving and how I shooed him away.

“AAA guys come in AAA cars, right?” I ask her.

No. They don’t. I pretty much screamed at the guy sent from AAA to open Miss Daisy and added insult to my injurious afternoon. They had to send another agent out to open my car up, which took another 30 minutes.

Miss Daisy, why do you do the things you do?