Our plane arrived in balmy Columbus on time last night, we hopped onto the shuttle that takes patrons out to the Green Lot — the lot with the cheapest daily rate — and were looking forward to getting back home, seeing an excited Kasey, and vegging out.
After the shuttle dropped us off we walked to our car, commenting on the nice weather, and I pulled out the keys with the automatic door opener, pushed the button, and got . . . nothing. No short beep, no flash of tail lights . . . nothing.
So with sinking feeling I got into the car by using a key the old-fashioned way, tried the ignition, and the car was totally dead. And, because married couples always do this, Kish then got into the car, tried the ignition, and got the same result as I beat myself up about apparently leaving some light on or some door ajar, even though I know that I checked twice when we locked the car up. So we briefly debated about whether to just take a cab home, or call AAA and wait in the parking lot until they showed up.
But, as Kish called AAA, I saw a pick-up truck, with what appeared to be a snow plow on the front, far down our parking row. Maybe this guy could give me a jump? As I walked down to his truck, I noticed that he was giving a jump to another car, and my spirits rose. When he was done, I asked if he could give us a jump, too, and he said sure.
It turns out this jovial fellow worked for Port Columbus and was roaming the parking lots, helping out travelers like us. He explained that, while we were gone, the temperatures at the airport lots had fallen to around zero overnight, which took its toll on car batteries and the air in tires. In short, our dead battery wasn’t our fault. (Hooray!) And sure enough, as he prepared to help us out, another Green Lot patron sheepishly walked up and asked for a jump, too.
We filled out a form as the Port Columbus Good Samaritan used a little gizmo that fired up our battery and brought our car roaring to life — no need for jumper cables in these modern times, apparently — and we gratefully gave him the last five dollars in our collective wallets, which he initially tried to refuse. We insisted that he accept it, though, because his presence and helped allowed our vacation to end on a high note.
Thanks to Port Columbus for its foresight in employing the Good Samaritan, and thanks to the Good Samaritan for giving us weary travelers a hand in a time of need.