Last week, a friend of mine blew a tire out and needed a tow truck. So he called this joint:
Mission Towing, in the valley. (in the business, we call that “a plug.”)
However, instead of the ubiquitously bearded, lecherous, butt-crack flaunting tow truck dude, my friend is greeted by Destiny.
No really, that’s her name, Destiny. And she’s the only AAA certified female tow truck driver in Southern California.
It’s one thing to have a tow truck driver who greets you with an enormous smile, but to get one that’s female–bustin’ out the fruit & cheese platter to boot–now that’s really something.
After a short conversation, my friend finds that not only is Destiny a certified Motorhead Mama herself, but she also has a master’s in clinical psychology. What the? A strange career path? Maybe. However, it begs the question– is it more gratifying to cure people of their neuroses or help them fix their cars? I know which one I’d choose– I choose Destiny.