Two weeks ago I had probably the worst parent teacher conference ever. http://forums.atozteacherstuff.com/index.php?threads/problem-parents.198349/ I thought the dad was perhaps the absolute worst human being ever. He was rude and dismissive and downright insulting and I thought I would be happy never to see him again. Boy was I wrong. Today after school I was out at the Walmart getting some groceries and when I came out my beater of a car wouldn't start. I assumed I just needed a jump so I pop the hood and get out. I guess I wasn't thinking and I end up locking my keys inside. So now I am standing outside locked our of my disabled vehicle. I am panicking now, pulling on my doors, peering into the windows trying to think of a way in. I am not sure exactly how long I was just mulling over my locked vehicle when I hear someone condescendingly tell me that "there isn't a way to unlock the cabin doors from under the hood". I look up and see this dark gray SUV and the dad of my class problem child standing there smirking at me. At this point I am hot, frazzled ,sweating and just not in the mood for bullshit, especially since I know the bulk of my frozen groceries were probably ruined. I foolishly unloaded on him, cursing him out and calling him all sorts of names. All he does is laugh at me and tells me how I should have been prepared and that I should always carry an unlocking wedge in my car for just such an emergency. Then I am like "that's the dumbest thing ever, if I carried an unlocking wedge in my car it would be fu****g locked in my car with my keys". He then coyly pulls this device which looks like a blood pressure cuff out of his truck and says "you know you are right, I guess I don't need this thing hogging up space in my tool box" and acts like he is about to throw it into a trash can. That's when it occurred to me he was having fun with me. So I told him that I have 20 dollars inside my purse, and I will buy the unlocking wedge from him and pay him once I open my vehicle. He tells me its a deal and then tosses it to me. Unfortunately even with an unlocking wedge I wasn't able open the door wide enough to reach the lock. As I was struggling he face timed his wife and I could hear both of them snickering at me. Finally I just threw down the wedge and yelled at him, I asked what kind of man he was just to stand their and mock me rather than help. His reply was "if you needed help you should have just asked". His wife chimed in "don't you know how to say please? ". At this point my blood was boiling but I swallowed my pride and asked him to pretty please open my car. I watched as he picked up the wedge, jammed it between the door and frame and then use this thing that looked like a hook on a stick to pop the lock. It took him less than a minute to open the door. I pulled out my purse to pay him then he told me to keep it. He then asked me if I needed a jump. I tell him yes and he pulls the cables out and hooks then to his truck. Jumping didn't work. Now I am close to tears because I know I cannot afford a large repair bill, heck I could not afford the tow to a garage. He then tells me to let "Automobile VonBismark" take a look. He got a bunch of tools out of his truck and instructed me to sit in the drivers seat and crank the ignition when he signaled. I am not totally sure what he did but after a few attempts of cranking the engine this little black cap looking thing and told me I need a new distributor. I asked him about how much would that cost, he said that it could be between 3 to 5 hundred depending on the shop. Upon hearing this I start to tear up, I really do not have the money for a repair life that. He then gave me a kleenex and told me to "relax" and that there is an Auto zone down the street, the part most likely costs less than 200 dollars and that if I asked really politely he will put it in for me. Of course I beg him to please please do this and he agreed. I rode with him to the auto zone and sure enough my part was avaliable and costs 180 dollars. Because today was my lucky day, my credit card was declined and I didn't have enough on my debit to cover the price of the part. He rolled his eyes at me and took out a wad of cash and bought the part for me. He then drove me back to my car and proceeded to remove the old part. While he was doing that he was kind enough to let me sit in SUV and gave me his phone to watch Netflix on. He then came up to the window and told me that he had some "bad news". He showed me the new part and the old part and the mounting brackets were not the same. The two of us then went back to the auto zone thinking that we got the wrong part. At the auto zone we showed them the original part and the new part and they said that they sold us the correct part as per the OEM and that the different mounting configurations are due to an aftermarket modification. When we walked out off the auto zone I started to really cry. He told me again to "relax" and that I was "probably hungry" and that he has an idea but we needed to "regroup at his favorite restaurant." Being emotionally drained, exausted, and a little hungry I agree so he takes me to this little dive Chinese buffet restaurant. When we got there he brings in this tool bag, the old part and the new part. He then told me to fix myself a plate while he worked his magic. As I went through the line I saw him just start dismantling both parts. I am thinking to my self, that this is just the weirdest thing ever but none of the restaurant staff seem to pay him any mind. The waitress was just completely unfazed that this man had pretty much set up a work bench in a booth in the back of her restaurant. I finished eating as he finished reassembling the distributors, he then told me that I had just witnessed a "tijuana rebuild". We then went back to my car where he put one of the parts back in and told me to try and start it. I was extremely skeptical but the engine roared to life. It sounded a little funny but he tinker with it more and then like magic it began to run really smooth. I really couldn't believe it, in fact when I drove it home finally, it didn't make any of the usual distressing engine noises it use to. I asked him what he did and he told me he took the guts from the new distributor and put them in the housing of the old one. He explained that the parts are identical except for the engine mount so that this was the fastest cheapest option. I then told him that I won't be able to pay him back for the part until next month and he told me to "relax" because he had a friend who is a manager at an auto zone and he would allow him to just "warrenty" the part out. He just told me not to mention a word about this to his son and we would be square. I know my I tended to ramble in my story but it just amazes me how meeting people under different circumstances can totally change the interaction. I once thought this man was cruel, arrogant, and dismissive but tonight I saw this totally different side. Yes he was mocking but at the same time I cannot deny that he is brilliant with a good heart.