5/5 Parker T. 1 year ago on Google
The
scene:
It
is
New
Year's
Eve
Day,
the
final
day
of
the
year,
and
you're
driving
to
Guitar
Center
to
pick
up
a
new
digital
piano
for
your
son.
You'd
like
him
to
start
piano
lessons
this
year.
You
find
the
back
parking
lot
full,
so
you
decide
to
idle
in
front
of
a
garage
door
that
says
"DO
NOT
BLOCK"
and
"NO
PARKING,"
after
arranging
for
a
contact-less
pick-up.
It
should
be
quick,
you
think
to
yourself.
You
notify
the
store
that
you've
arrived
via
email
and
the
curbsy
website.
You
wait
10
minutes.
You
wait
some
more.
You
check
the
curbsy
website,
and
it
doesn't
seem
to
be
loading
correctly.
Moreover,
the
chat
feature,
which
allows
you
to
"chat"
with
the
store,
doesn't
seem
to
be
working.
You
turn
off
the
car
and
decide
to
walk
into
the
store
to
get
the
digital
piano
you've
ordered.
You're
greeted
by
the
door,
and
an
employee
immediately
finds
your
contact-less
pick-up
order.
He
sends
another
employee
out
back
to
pack
the
piano
into
your
car.
What
service!
You
walk
back
outside,
excited
to
be
on
your
way
for
NYE,
only
to
find
that
your
car
battery
is
dead.
Your
car
won't
start,
and
it
is
now
blocking
the
"DO-NOT-BLOCK"
garage
door.
Another
Guitar
Center
employee,
who
parked
inside
the
garage,
opens
the
garage
door
to
find
your
dead
car
blocking
his
exit.
He
is
desperate
to
leave
his
shift
to
celebrate
NYE.
He's
kind
and
helpful,
and
he
offers
to
jump
your
car
with
his
cable.
He
tries,
but
it
doesn't
work.
You're
about
to
throw
your
car
into
neutral
and
manually
push
it
out
of
the
way
so
he
can
leave
and
celebrate
the
new
year.
You
begin
to
mentally
prepare
to
call
a
tow
truck,
knowing
there
might
be
limited
service
on
NYE
and
that
it
will
likely
cost
you
an
arm
and
a
leg.
Suddenly,
another
Guitar
Center
employee
arrives.
He
has
a
long,
wirey
beard,
but
his
eyes
seem
kind.
He
offers
to
try
jumping
your
car
again,
this
time,
using
his
jumper
cables.
You're
skeptical,
convinced
that
it
might
be
a
bad
starter
and
not
a
dead
battery.
He
connects
both
black
ends
of
the
cable
to
the
negative
terminals
on
the
two
batteries.
You
tell
him
that
one
of
the
black
ends
needs
to
be
grounded.
He
says
not
to
worry,
that
he
does
this
thing
all
the
time.
It
works.
He's
right.
Shaken
but
relieved,
you
step
out
your
car,
unsure
how
to
thank
your
Good
Samaritans.
Before
you
can
say
anything,
he
extends
his
hand
and
says
"happy
new
year."
You
shake
it.
Dazed,
you
step
back
into
your
car
and
begin
to
drive
to
O'Reilly's
auto-parts
to
purchase
a
new
battery
with
a
new
digital
piano
stuffed
in
your
trunk.
As
you
drive
off,
you
hear
the
distant
sound
of
shredding
neo-classical
arpeggios
coming
from
a
squealing
guitar.
You
imagine
it's
the
employee
with
the
long,
wirey
bead.
You
feel
grateful.
Five
stars.