Master of None

Thanks to a random Oil and Fuel Delivery Man by the name of Tyler, I was able to get home today.

On my way home from Potsdam, my exhaust decided that it was going to rust and break off. When I pulled off onto the shoulder and looked at it, I thought I was going to be stranded.

Then out of nowhere, another car pulls off in front of me. This stranger takes a look at my car, makes some calls to make sure none of his friends have the part, and then gets my car to his house so he can patch it up so I can at least make it back to Long Island.

Sometimes I forget that there are genuinely nice people out there that’ll just help a stranger.

Thank you, Tyler.

You’re killing me.