Damn effing car

I having problems with my car, the engine keeps dying. Kind of inconvenient if you're on your way somewhere. Like, photography class. Or play group, and your 18 month old not so patient son is sitting in the back.
So after having towed the car back to my house for oil-fill up, I get it working and take it to the Shell garage for a tire check, thinking that some general TLC will kick it back in to shape, only for it die again as soon as I roll out of the fore-court. The engine shuts down and I only have enough power to let it roll over to the curbside, right outside the Kelly Moore paint shop where all the day-workers are hanging out, waiting to get picked up for a job. When they see me rolling over, in my dead car, they wave and motion me over, kindly guiding me to a safe spot where I can park without blocking their parking lot. They smile, and give me thumbs up. I smile, grateful, and give them a thumb up back.
Then I call the tow-truck company and wait. Feed Finn rice-cakes to keep him happy. The guys linger outside, smiling and chatting to each other. Half an hour later, the truck arrives and I get out of the car.
The guys run up to me:
- You have job? You have job for us?

I feel awful. I have nothing for them. Apart from an angry toddler and the tow-truck, pulling up to take my car away.