So now I guess I’m getting paid to sit in bumfuck nowhere and wait for a tow truck. And of course, like a movie detective, it died one day before retirement. I was swapping into a new van tomorrow and this one was getting traded in. I’ll miss the old barge though. It had been owned and modified by several different contractor outfits at various points in it’s life so it definitely had character.
I had a work vehicle break down on me too once. It was the middle of the shift, gorgeous spring day, mild temperature, fresh spring air, a nice breeze, and we were in farmlands so we had a lovely view. My coworker was fuming at having to sit and wait for fleet to come rescue us, but I was happily chilling and enjoying getting paid to sit, enjoy the weather, and not be able to work.