By Jack Smith
Last week I had to travel from Lake Powell to Panama City to see a client. We all say that we love and need the tourists, however they have turned a fifteen minute drive into an hour. After sitting in bumper to bumper traffic for 55 minutes I got off on the 23rd St. exit in Panama City only to run out of gas.
In a rage, I walked over a mile in 94 degree heat and stopped in at Camping World and purchased a gas can. I then walked another half mile to the gas station, purchased fuel and began the walk back. I had hip replacement surgery this year and it finally said enough.
In desperation I stopped in at a used car dealership named “Lucky Motors” (I did not know how aptly named it was). There I met Arsen, who after one look at my exhausted, sweating body, sprang into action. He returned me and my gas can to the car, only to find that the battery was now dead. Undeterred, Arsen took me back to the shop and picked up a battery charger,. Only we couldn’t get to the battery, because when dead the computer shuts down all the power. He then called his friend who was a locksmith. Did I mention that it was 94 degrees? He, of course, refused any money.
If you are in need of a dependable used car, or just want to meet an honorable man, stop in at Lucky Motors and say hi to Arsen. I promise, you’ll feel better about life, but maybe not the tourists.
