Texans Are Friendly
Today I saw my favorite tow truck in the metroplex. It’s called the Tow Jam.
They may have an unfortunate/amusing name, but they are good people. Suppose for instance, you’d just moved to Dallas and you didn’t know anyone and you certainly didn’t know a reputable garage. And let’s say that you were cash strapped because you’d just finished grad school and moved and started a new job. Then let’s suppose the timing belt on your car broke and you had to be towed.
If the Tow Jam showed up – they would tow your car to a garage that they know is good and cheap but all the way across town. They’d drive you to a rental car place. The next day they’d call the garage on your behalf to double check that they’d done the work without any puffed up charges. Plus, they’d wait a few days before submitting the paperwork to the auto club so that you could upgrade your membership and the auto club would fully cover the cost of towing.
I’m not saying that happened to me, because I bet the Tow Jam people would get in trouble with the auto club. But they are the kind of people who would do that for someone who needed help.
How nice. Wish we had Tow Jam out here. Great name. Funny.
That’s nice to hear Christie. Often we have terrible stories about tow-truck operators. A couple of years ago some friend lent me their beautifully restored 75 Cadilac convertible. I parked round the corner from Paper backs Plus and walked to the store.
I bought some books and came back to find the car gone!!! Yikes!!! There was somebody else looking confused. We had both lost our cars.
It turned out that some low-life towing company had people on the roof of a building and if they saw you NOT go into the right store they would call in and have you towed.
I went back to PB+ and a lovely girl came back and screamed like a bad-ass at them. In minutes the car was returned. I bet that was a one-off.
Oh yes. This was on St Patrick’s Day so be careful on those busy holidays – look into the skies and see them.