You know what I like about Triple A?
They never say, “Wait. What? You locked your keys in the car?
They never mutter, “Holy blockhead, Batman.”
They never say, “Yeah, remember that time you locked your keys in the car at the end of a date, and the guy had to sit there in the parking lot and wait for us to show up while he was supposed to be getting back to his kids at home?”
They never sigh loudly.
They never lecture me on how to not lock keys in a car.
They never say, “Oh noooo, it’s fine. Fine. I mean, I think I might have strep throat and I’ve already changed four tires tonight and it’s pitch black out here, but I didn’t really want to stay in that warm vehicle of mine anyway.”
They never say, “Seriously. Next time you’re on your own.”
They just show up with their big truck full of magic tools – even when it’s ten below zero – smile, and get me back into my car. Like a boss. Like a hero.
So I can finally drive away from my 24/7 fitness club and take myself, my son, and my keys back to where we belong.
Not that anything like that happened recently or anything.
Here’s to being as kind to yourself (and your people) as AAA would be.
Even about maddening moves that might occur now and then (and possibly again).