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So my car broke down. Again. A couple of nights ago. I was driving home after class when, all of a sudden, everything started to not work. Ah, I thought. Damn. I pulled off into a bank parking lot and tried to start it up again. After a few minutes without success I walked over to the side of the road and tried to flag down passing drivers. Nobody responded to my frantic arm waving so I stepped it up.

I took my shirt off and started swinging it around in the air. This, I think, actually discouraged people from stopping even more. After a while I gave up and started dancing in the street again. This time somebody stopped. Yes! I thought. The driver stopped in the middle of the road and stepped out. He was talking into something. Then he flipped his lights on. Because he was a cop.

I put my shirt on and walked slowly to his car. "What are you doing." He said. It was not really a question. "Um." I replied. "My car broke down, can you give me a jump?" He looked at me for a second. It was a little bit awkward. "Uh, yeah sure." He said, getting back into his car. I walked over to my car and he pulled up. Then another police car pulled up. "No it's okay," the first officer said. "He just needs his car jumped." "What the fuck!" The other one said, laughing as he drove away. We connected the jumper cables. "I tried to call people, but nobody answered." I explained. "Yes, well I guess your shirtless dancing in the street got my attention." He said. I think he was disappointed that I was sober.

I started my car and he pulled out before I even closed my door. Then my car died again. I ran back out to the street but he was long gone. So I called my friend to help me out. We spent a couple of hours trying to get the car back to my house where it died again in the driveway. It was pretty okay, but I was very tired. And sleepy. Then I went to work, and it was awful.

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