Like when you are supposed to meet with your friends for a power lunch and you end up with a flat tire in the middle of rush hour traffic. What can a girl do?
All you can do is make the annoying (yet grateful you have it) call to AAA and wait. Maybe use the half hour it takes to wait for the rescue truck to arrive to call your Mom, whose calls you've been ignoring for the past three days, and catch up and reminisce about the time she took you to the DMV for the first time for that driving test. You passed it the first time, because she was an awesome teacher. Perhaps that power lunch with friends wasn't as important as reconnecting with your very 'first' friend after all. Maybe that was the point of the whole seemingly tedious ordeal. Hmm...
Love you Mom.