You decided to go on a trip to a resort, because you're on your day-off. About halfway in, your car, which looks like a shambling grandma about to trip and break her hip, breaks down. Since you're in the middle of nowhere in Texas, you suprisingly pushed and found a mechanic shop just up the road.

"Howdy city boy, did'ya car bust down?" The mechanic, Mark, that was reading a magazine about hunting knifes and guns, stood up.