Reviews Aren’t Just For Complaints, You Know!

, , , , , , | Working | July 29, 2020

I was following a tractor-trailer through town. When we came upon a crosswalk with people waiting to cross, he put on his flashers and let them cross in front of him. That’s when I noticed the “Call this number if you have comments about our driving” sticker on the back of the trailer.

When I got home, I called the number. “I have a comment about a truck today,” I explained.

The receptionist got a worried tone in her voice as she said, “Let me get my boss on the line.” 

The boss answered with the same concerned tone and wanted to know the truck number and then asked me for my comment.

I told him, “I thought he was driving very professionally. He stopped for people at a crosswalk, he kept up with traffic, he always used his turn signals, and he was just an all-around competent driver.”

Mr. Boss seemed very relieved, telling me that calls to the reporting line are almost always negative. He assured me he would pass along the feedback. To this day, I can’t help but wonder how the boss went about delivering the unusual compliment to his driver. Was it, “Come to my office; we got a call about your driving today.”?

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Stuck In The Lot, Stuck In The Fifties

, , , , , , , | Friendly | July 26, 2020

I am female, which seems to play a part in this story.

Heading from the store to my car, I heard a man ask another man for a jumpstart. I slowed down in case [Man #2] said no.

[Man #2] answered, “I can’t do that. It will drain my battery.”

[Man #1] and I just stared as he walked away. 

I then turned to [Man #1] and said, “That’s not how it works.” 

He nodded.

I offered to help and told him I had jumper cables in the back of my car.

He refused my offer because, “Girls don’t know nuthin’ ’bout cars.”

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All Signs Point To Confusion

, , , , , | Friendly | July 23, 2020

My grandfather, who passed many years ago, loved to tell this story. When he was younger, road signs were not always easy to find. One day, he and a bunch of friends went to Canada on a whim, staying long enough that it was dark when they left.

They got turned around until they finally found a sign… that was too high up to show in the headlights. So, they got the sign down and held it in front of the car.

Success! It read, “New York,” with a distance and an arrow.

Of course, they then started arguing about which way the arrow had been pointing when it was up.

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The Monster Trucks Of Kansas City

, , , , , | Right | July 18, 2020

My parked car is hit hard enough that it has to be towed to a body shop for an insurance estimate; the body shop calls me a few days later.

Manager: “Well, sir, I haven’t even finished with the estimate, but we’re already at over $16,000 in damages. The back end is totally destroyed, your front axle is broken, the transmission is damaged, the— Wait a minute, I just have to ask: are you okay?”

Me: *Laughing* “Oh, yeah. Here’s the deal: do you know Kansas City very well?”

Manager: “Sort of; I live in [Suburb on the southern side] but I’ve managed this shop for about twenty years up here.”

Me: “Okay, so, you know how the neighborhood streets are twenty mph and most people park on the street? I was parked out front of my house, and this lady hit me either fast enough, strong enough, or for enough time to force my car off of the street and into a tree. In the neighbor’s yard. Two houses down.”

Manager: *Now laughing as well* “Wow! I’d actually started my report by wondering how you could damage all those different parts of the vehicle that badly and still walk away from the accident! Pardon my French, but in my professional opinion, that lady f***ed up royally!

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Throw That Friendship Out With The Puddle Water

, , , , , | Friendly | July 17, 2020

My dad grew up as a poor Cajun boy who was, and still is, known for not being able to say no to people that need help. However, in high school, he somehow became best friends with the youngest son — known to be a troublemaker — of a rather rich and influential family in our area. My dad told me this story from back when the two of them were in their twenties.

It is the day after a massive rainstorm so there are puddles everywhere on the roads. They’re on the interstate with my dad’s friend driving, and a middle-aged woman passes them while smoking a cigarette with her window down.

Friend: “Hey, [Dad], watch this!”

He proceeds to all but slam on the accelerator and manages to time it perfectly so that he hits a massive puddle on the road just as they catch up to this woman’s car. This causes a massive arc of water to go through her open window, completely drenching her. According to my dad, she chases them for several miles, understandably VERY angry, but his friend manages to lose her.

I never really had that high opinion of this family friend to begin with for other reasons and learning this story definitely didn’t help that. Why my dad is still so close to him, I have no clue.

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