warm fuzzy.

i thought, since i bitch so much about my job, this would be a warm breath of fresh air, cos i just had one of the calls that i really don't mind getting at all. i'm gonna bet this is largely because i'm a little baked, and it's saturday night, and i'm almost done my shift... but anyways.

this guy calls, and all he wants to know is whether he was gonna be ok to drive his car, because the engine light came on, and he's off in the country, and it's night time and there's no place to get his car fixed. so, i tell him that so long as the light stays yellow, and the car drives okay, he'll be fine. (but if it goes red or the handling changes in any way, get it towed. that's like, sum total of my car knowledge right there.) and this guy, mr. richard belford of saskatchewan, is stoked, because he was driving in the middle of nowhere and thought that his saturday night was gonna get fucked over, and he was gonna crash his car up and all manner of bad things.

so for a few moments, all the luddite marxist crap about alienation and suchlike is forgotten. because me, pseudo-intellectual little stoner half a country away, was able to give some fellow human being a little bit of peace of mind. peace of mind that he could have found himself by opening his glove box and opening his owner's manual, but hey. peace is peace is peace.

c'est tout.