meet mitch

jill recommended jim lind BP. so, i called AAA to get it towed there. they send over mitch. now mitch is cool as fuck. we hit it off immediately. he's probably 30 yrs old or so - a skinny guy. a lean, mean, witty machine. if i were a lonely lady in iowa, i'd be all over mitch. he starts off - "shit, you'll have to excuse me. i'm delirious from working like 16 hour days and getting no sleep." immediately i'm thinking - cool, someone like me - delirious. "i'm probably equally as delirious myself," i say, and explain about the car and the travels and all. he asks where i'm getting the car towed to; tell him to jim lind BP. "you wanna pay a shitload of money, or something?" "no, no, i'm not from here and that's the only place that i know of. a friend recommended it to me." now, i trust mitch already - "if you know of a better place, take me there," i say. he calls the dispatcher and gets me set up with a place just inside my free 5 mile AAA radius. we're off to waterloo to the car shop. while driving over, we start talking about life and travelling and how much AAA sucks (which it does, but i'm still glad i have it). says he's lived in 16 different states, travelled a lot, hitchhiked some, but always came back to iowa, even though he hates it. "one day, i just don't want to come back." best tow truck driver ever. drops me off at "the best little trany shop around."