So I was pulling out of my office parking lot a couple days ago, when I noticed an odd sensation: the brake pedal went down very slowly, slowly, slowly, until it finally hit the floor. Somehow, I managed NOT to shit my pants or hit anyone else, and pulled into a nearby parking lot.
That's right: my brakes were out. At first I wondered, "Who could possibly DO this to me?" Figuring someone had crept under my car and cut the hoses or something, because I am obviously a center of intrigue. But then I rememebered I have a crappy 1994 Cutlass Ciera, so it was probably old age.
Next morning, there was a huge puddle of brake fluid under my tires. D'oh. As the AAA guy was cranking the car on to the tow truck, he said the following fateful words, which e'en now do rattle through my brainpan:
"You know you got a gas leak?"
Sure enough, gas was GUSHING out of a hole in the top of the gas tank.
So this is what I figure: maybe someone DID cut my brake lines. God only knows what would've happened if I hadn't gotten that tow.
OOOH - maybe it was an angel!!!!!!!!!!!! A friend of my mom's cousin saw this thing on angels on Lifetime and says they are totally real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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