Any day that starts with me tripping over my feet and falling face first on my own sidewalk (acquiring misc. scrapes, bruises, and a very sore ankle), and ends with me calling AAA while stuck on Huntington Blvd. in So. Pasadena, because my clutch cable broke -
Like I said. I should have stayed in bed.
Oh, well. The AAA guy showed up really fast, towed my car to the garage, and drove me home, too. Sure beat the last time my clutch cable broke, which was some time in the 1980s, and I was driving up to the Oakland Airport, was not an AAA member, had to leave my car at some unknown garage and had to brave the total nightmare of Bay Area public transit, which, for god knows what reason, did not seem able to get me home to my place in Santa Clara, 40 miles away, until four hours had passed.
So, if your car has to break down - AAA is a *good* thing!