The Water Bottle.

It's crazy how things happen. We live are life day to day and for the most part we have become confrontational and stand-offish. We aren't friendly anymore. It's unfortunate.

Earlier I posted a picture of a water bottle on my facebook. This water bottle just rocked my afternoon.

I clocked out of work at 6ish. I make my way to 75 north to head to the house and traffic is jammed pack. Now most of you that know me, know that Leroy Jenkins doesn't have A/C. Heading north on 75 at 615pm the sun is beating down on me, it's 95+ degrees outside, and I'm wearing a tie. Add a 1000 cars and miles upon miles of concrete and were busting 100 degrees in my car..

Well, I've had my thoughts that Leroy Jenkins might be on the brink of some catastrophic failure. The engine bay has been getting really hot, but my temp gauge hasn't really fluctuated much, so I've played it off.

Fuckin' Leroy Jenkins, you feisty hateful motherfucker. Leroy is a great car, but damn if he don't fight me. Broke down on the way to Georgia, every week some small shit breaks. He does it to spite me, to test my will, to see if I'm gonna fix him.

After sitting in the god forsaken heat for well over 30 minutes, moving feet at a time, because traffic is so bad, it happens. I hear a POP! Steam, water and smoke are pouring out of my engine bay. Instantly I cut off the car to my right and get to the shoulder. I notice the car isn't smoking anymore and it's still running. Hit the hazard lights, pop the hood and what do I find??

My lower radiator hose has literally popped and split down the middle. I check the vitals on my motor and realize I am actually quite lucky. Replacing this hose is an easy fix. I make a couple calls, shoot a text message or 5 and one of my fellow Dynasty/BDS family members are making their way north to bring me the stuff I need to fix my car. COOL. Now, I just gotta wait..

The problem with waiting is I'm still in a tie, it's still hot as a fresh dook, and this traffic jam ain't going anywhere. So I'm standing outside of my car. I mean I actually had to take driver's ed. You know, where they actually teach what to do if something like this happens. I'm not gonna sit in my car and run the risk of getting hit by some fucktard trying to cheat the traffic. Well, needless to say people start stopping and asking me if I need help. Mostly hispanic people. Of course I don't need any help, so they go about their way..

Then, this older white guy stops. He doesn't ask me if I need help. He asks "Why are you standing outside of your car if you're just waiting for someone to bring you parts?" I respond, because when I took driver's education I was taught that you face serious injury and maybe death if you are sitting in your car and some dumbass driver hits you. I would rather be able to see any cars coming and if they are going to hit me, I can easily avoid death." Needless to say he went about his business..

At this point, the tie has been untied and the top button has been unbuttoned. It's hot, monkey tits hot. The sun still hasn't set, and I've been cooking for close to an hour and half at this point since leaving work. When a bigass Cadillac Sedan Deville riding on what had to be 26's whips outta traffic and parks in front of me. This big black dude hops out, probably in his mid thirties and asks if I need help..

Caddy Driver - "What's going on with your ride? Everything good?"

Me - *Showing him the hose* "Yeah, my lower rad hose was probably old as hell, and it busted, luckily my friends are better than your average and I got a new one on the way.. Problem is they're stuck in this same traffic just way south of here.. I'm just chillin' really, waiting on them to show up.."

Caddy Driver - "Sounds like you got this under control. I just figured I would stop and see if you needed a hand, I'm a mechanic and figured I'd pass my time helping you than sitting in this traffic."

Me - "Hahahaha.. No doubt, I work on cars myself in my spare time. It won't take me long to fix, I just got sit here and wait on my fam."

Caddy Driver - *Walking to his car* "Well shit big man, I guess I'm gonna get on my way"

So at this point he's standing at his rear driver's side door. The window is down and he reaches in the back pulls out 2 bottles of water and tosses them to me.. He says.

"My pop always told me to help out when I could, and seeing that you know a thing or 2 about cars and my tools are no good here. It's hotter than muuaafucka out here and I can't drive away knowing I left you with no water.. Hope all goes well big fella.."

I just smiled, cause he knew how fucking hot I was. He hopped in his ride and just like a real motherfucker from the Great State of Texas he chunked deuce. While my left hand was turning the 1st water bottle up I chunked a deuce with my right..

I just want to say Thank You Sir.