Bubba Broke Down... On The West Coast!

So... there I was... sitting at my computer minding my own business when Bubba [no relation... just a good ol' boy who we are friends with] called and said he'd made it. Finally!
You made it???

Yeah! I made it to San Diego!

Well, Bubba... I didn't even know you were going! But while you're there, why don't you look up real-life Bubba Gary and say hi for us?

Will do... but the reason I'm callin' is I've got me a problem. I kinda need a San Diego auto repair shop. I'm broke down and don't know anyone to call on!

Bubba drives a big old Ford F-150, and I couldn't imagine him driving that thing all the way to the coast and then home again!

Bubba... what are you driving?

Aw shucks girl... it's one of dem rental cars. The check engine light keeps comin' on!

Then Bubba... why don't you call the car rental place and let them know you're broke down???

Heck yeah! Why didn't I think o' that? I didn't wanna deal with no San Diego auto shop no ways! That's some head you got on yer shoulders, sweet thang!

Kind of makes me wonder how Bubba managed to get all the way out to San Diego after all. I don't reckon he could follow an unbroken trail of TP to the little house out back without getting lost!

But then Bubba's a good ol' boy, and that makes everything alright.