A quick lesson for Barnes the Boss

Barnes "The Boss"  really enjoyed stepping on the throttle pedal whenever he got on the highway. His exquisite blue Aston Martin was an engineering marvel and had little to no regard for speed limits.

It so happened that on one of these speedy drives, Barnes the Boss saw a mechanic walking next to the highway, trying unsuccessfully to hitch a ride. He thought for a moment that he should pull over and offer the exhausted man a lift, but he quickly reminded himself that no greasy overalls were going to spoil the plush interior of his Aston Martin. Barnes the Boss stuck his head out of the window and shouted, "So long grease monkey, unfortunately offering you a ride will not benefit me in any way but it will cost me in terms of time and money at the carwash!" He then sped off into the concrete jungle.

It was exactly two kilometres later that Barnes the Boss felt the Aston Martin begin to stall and lose traction. It eventually came to a stand still and would not start. A stunnned Barnes was at a loss of audible words though in his mind, he swore at the car for causing him such embarassment. Who had ever heard of an Aston Martin breaking down on the highway?

Barnes the Boss had his stress compounded by the fact that he was very far away from an Aston Martin workshop, so getting assistance was going to be a difficult task.  He opened the hood of the Aston Martin to try to figure out what the problem was. Suddenly his mind flashed back to the mechanic that he had passed along the way and had been rude to. Regrettably, he wished that he had not seen a  grease monkey of no value, but a human being that was not too inferior to ride in his car.  Maybe, just maybe, he would be getting help if he had not been an arrogant jerk.

As he looked over his shoulder in exasperation, he spotted the tall blue overall-clad figure of the mechanic approaching him. His face lit up as he anticipated assistance. He greeted the artisan with an embarassed grin and begged him for help. He apologized for his uncalled for verbal vomit, but the mechanic kept walking and said that an Aston Martin could only be fixed by someone who specialised in that brand of sports car: "Sorry, I am not trained to work on that brand of car. Call an expert."

As the mechanic strode away and eventually got a lift, Barnes the Boss glanced at the bag that the mechanic was carrying. It had on it, the famous wings that made up the Aston Martin logo.

Suddenly Barnes didn't feel like the boss that he had always thought he was. School was out already, the life lesson having been quickly learnt.