Well, golly. Where do I begin? Maybe with me hitting pipes sticking out of the back of a plumbing truck in claymore? Clodmore? Cluckmore, Oklahoma yesterday? I broke the straps on the truck, and bent the pipe-holder thingy. Pipes everywhere. So I gave the guy my info, right? And I’ll pay for those straps, but I have an amount in my head and if it’s more than that I’ll turn it (and the photos of how their truck was parked) over to my insurance and let them deal with it! He knows he was parked wrong and I have no beef paying for part of that, but the driver was also culpable for parking with the pipes sticking out. The Budget Truck has a tiny scrape on it.
Or maybe I should start with this morning and that whoop-whoop sound. Yeah. Well, we made it to Joplin, Mo and that’s at about mile marker 8 in Missouri! Mom lives up around mile marker 161, so Wee Haw! NEARLY HOME…well, as we drove out of Joplin the whoop, whoop got a bit louder. We passed a rest area and I thought : I should have stopped there, but you know how it goes! Home! Home! Home! So at mile marker 57.8 (THANK YOU MISSOURI for putting mile markers up every tenth of a mile on the freeways!) the truck did the HUNK! THUNK! Tinkle, tinkle sounds that spell disaster.
I pulled over to the side and there was JUST room for that truck and not much more. We called the Budget Emergency number and told them “We can see that the wheel is broken. This is NOT just a quick fix, it’s a problem.” So an hour later they send out a repair truck. What the? He took one look and said, “ooops, you dropped your wheel bearings. You’re going to need a new bearing and spindle and all. I can’t do that here, you’ll have to go to the shop.”
Now, here’s where the fun starts. We were three miles from the next exit up (eastward), and about 30 miles from Springfield. We had, of course left Joplin behind some 50 miles before. Well, Budget couldn’t decide where to send us because we were between towns. Really? You are telling me that no one else has ever broken down in a Budget truck between towns before? Wow, that’s amazing! I kept telling the guy that I had my 77 year old mother in the car, but they yanked us around. Long (OH GOD SO LONG) story short, we ended up stranded by the edge of Interstate 44 for FOUR HOURS before the wrecker came. We didn’t know until an hour before which direction it was coming from, so we didn’t want to call AAA to take my mom anywhere. Do we send her to Springfield? Joplin? Where? So there we sat.
The wrecker that came was HUGE, and Mom had a hard time getting into it. Then getting out of it the driver got a rolling ladder, but she’d been sitting for four hours in that budget truck and was stiff, and she fell off the ladder. She just got out of the hospital last month with a compression fracture to the spine, so now we are waiting to see what ‘next day’ pain brings, and please god not another fracture.
Budget Trucks is seriously on my poopie list, I can tell you that! Then the girl was arguing about paying for two rooms because Mom & I were the only two listed to drive the truck. Guess what? My brother wasn’t driving. I was driving, but he was a passenger and if not for him, we wouldn’t have NEEDED a BARKING Budget Truck!!!!! Yee. Yeah, I got angry, what do you expect! Well, Gina hung up on me. And I had to call back and got a decent customer service person who got our room paid for right away rather than doing a reimbursement. Whew! But we should not have had to yell and rant and (okay, I admit it) put that little woovle in your voice that says you’re about to cry.
Oh, and the wrecker folks drove us to the motel in a LIMO! So that was kinda neat! Hey, you find your jollies where you will!
And now we wait for morning and see how Mom is and if we’ll be able to get home, or if we’ll have to take her to a hospital here in Carthage, and see when we’ll get the truck back so we can try once more to make it home.
Thanks for letting me rant.