Thursday, January 27, 2011

Mary's Rants

It's Thursday and it's time to rant... But about what? Is the well dry? I went to my blog and looked over my posts and wallah found one.This is a re-post from 2006. How many of you have had an experience like this and used in your story?

Chivalry is Dead in Utah

Saturday morning on the way to our monthly meeting of Romance Writers of America, my car just sputtered and died. I'm barreling down the interstate at seventy miles an hour and the speed-o-meter needle just starts to go down. I signal and coast over to the side of the road. I put on my flashers, then get out and lift the hood to look under it in bewilderment.

Getting back in the car, I try the ignition and, bless its little heart it tries to turn over, but it just can't. I call my dear hubby and tell him where I am and he promises me he'll be there as soon as he can. I turn on the radio to jam a little while I'm waiting.

As the cars, trucks and diesels swoop by my car is rocking in their current, I decide it's best to put back on my seatbelt. Then I tried to start the engine again, it sounds to me like it's out of gas. How can that be? It shows over a half a tank. Wait, it said that yesterday and the day before.

Thank goodness for cell phones, I call my husband again and ask when the last time he put in gas was. He hasn't all week and neither have I. I told him I think I'm out of gas; he sighs and tells me he'll get a gas can and gas.

I'm back to waiting and listening to the radio. I watch the cars buzz by and I see men of all ages, not even slowing to see why I'm stopped on a hot July morning. Apparently, they all are too busy to stop and help a lone woman in distress. I'm a romance writer, so of course I'm trying to think of a story line to come out of this predicament. How can I do that if no hero stops to help? Do I look like an ax murderer? Are they afraid that I'll turn their good deed into an accusation that they tried to assault me?

Men you should be ashamed of yourselves! Would you want your wife, mother or sister sitting out in a car waiting for someone to stop and help? Well maybe I can salvage the story line. I could always write about a stranded woman taking down license plate numbers of the men who passed her by. I could write a murder mystery.

Finally, my husband, my hero shows up with the gas. He pours it in, I turn the key and the battery is dead. What can I say I need my tunes! So of course he has to maneuver around to give me a jump-start, and after nearly being hit he had his precious baby (his corvette) turned the wrong way facing my car.

All is well. After my car is running beautifully, I get off the exit, get gas and head to my meeting. I arrived in time to hear the end of the workshop.

8 comments:

Kari Lee Townsend said...

Oh have I been there! And I am always amazed when even police cars drive by me and don't stop. Ugh. What has the world come to?

Liz Lipperman said...

I'm always amazed when some young (thirties)man rushes to get inside a building faster than me so he can get in line in front of me. Any time a man has ever held the door open for me, I always insist he go in ahead in the line.

But the point is - where were these boys' mothers when they were growing up? Just yesterday (do do do do ) I wrote this line in my book:

“Holy cow, Moreland! I need to talk to your mother and get her to write a book about raising a son. A girl could really get spoiled by all this."

That's where I think the problem lies - maybe they were never taught for whatever reason. But I also have to say this problem isn't limited to the male generation. I have seen women do exactly the same thing. Granted, they probably can't help with a stalled car, but they could pull over to see if you needed something else.

The solution - we all need to be more considerate. Pay it forward.

Great blog, Mary.

Lindsay said...

Back XX years ago, I'll let you insert the year number you feel is right, people on the road were more considerate. This point I'll grant you. Nowadays everyone is in a rush to get where they want/need to go without consideration for others.
Is it their parents fault? Partially. Is it societies fault? Definitely so. People are afraid of people and things they don't know and tend to avoid them.
We've become a very ME society.
As far as you running out of gas Mary, whose fault is that. My late wife use to fill the gas tank in her car, not by the warning light, but by the number of miles she drove. That's why I never drove her car. Me I use the warning light.
But really Mary, listening to tunes in the car without the car running. It's a good thing you have an iPod now.

Donna Cummings said...

Mary, I wonder if people don't stop as often now because everyone has a cell phone, so they can call for help, but back in the olden days, you had to stop because there was no other way to make sure things were good.

I also believe people tell themselves, "Well, somebody else will probably stop".

I'd rather be the one who helps out if I can, because I've definitely been helped by some guardian angel types in my life. :)

Mary Martinez said...

Lindsay, I never remember to take my ipod with me. LOL.

Donna, you could be right about the cell phone, but still...

Kari, there were officers that passed me up, and you're right Liz what is up with these boys mothers.

I need to ask my boys what they would do, and they better have the right answer.

Lindsay said...

Now that you have an iPhone what's your excuse

Mary Martinez said...

I don't have an iPhone, I have an iPad.

Marilyn said...

I have been fortunate that people have stopped to help--and that they were the right people. It's difficult to be in a position where you have to trust a stranger.

There have also been stories in the news where someone has stopped to help and were attacked and their car stolen.

Weird things happen out there. Remember when it was common to pick up hitchhikers?