Homeless in Vancouver: Do not ask for whom the truck tows...
Is it embarrassing to have your tow truck towed? I see them causing distress every day but I rarely see tow trucks themselves in distress.
I was busy drinking in the wisdom of the Web, along with a medium coffee, when I noticed a tow truck across from me on West Broadway.
At first I thought it was blocking westbound traffic so it could tow a parked car. But the owner of the car drove it away and the tow truck stayed and stayed and stayed—with all its yellow lights flashing—furious inactivity.
The police came, talked with the driver, and left, and traffic fitfully flowed around the obstacle it created.
The tow truck driver eventually got out and stood on the road beside his vehicle, then stood on the sidewalk, then in the alley—clearly cooling his heels until help arrived.
A big Unitow truck—the kind that hauls away transit buses—passed the comparatively tiny tow truck without so much as a honk.
Finally another little tow truck arrived—bearing a big gas can. It didn’t do any good.
Another long wait for a large flatbed tow truck. Both drivers climbed all over that little tow truck’s engine—literally, but no go.
Then they winched the “little tow truck that couldn’t” onto the flatbed and drove away. Definitely not a good day’s work for that tow truck driver.
A friend of mine who watched part of the “paint drying”-like drama unfold, opined that while no driver likes to have their car towed, every driver wants the HOV (High Occupancy Vehicle) lanes cleared during rush hour.
He declared tow trucks in general to be a “necessary evil”.
I’m sure the tow truck drivers would agree with him, at least about the “necessary” part.