premise: We got out of the car shooting glaring looks at Mum and her fucking pigeon . For half an hour we called relatives to see what they could do , and then a miracle happened . We were saved by a bunch of blokes in a tow - truck who asked if we needed help . In an unbelievable turn of events , five minutes later , one bloke was stopping traffic coming up the hill , one was stopping traffic coming down the hill , and our little Vauxhall Corsa was being towed out of the shit by a great big truck . What happened to make this person mad ?
hypothesis: Mom 's car died on the road .