Not really a revenge, more of a loss of patience.

I’ve lived on a rural dirt road for 24 years, and have been woken up in the middle of the night by stranded motorists three times, all in the last four years…and all by the same kid, Matty, who occasionally takes a detour down our road to do some drifting on his way home from the late shift at a pizza joint.

The first time I towed him out.

The second time I drove him home.

The third time I asked him if he was ok, then told him “the safest place for that car tonight is right where it is. Good night Matty.”