We broke down driving home last night at 8pm. We were about 90 minutes from home and managed to get into a refuge on the motorway where the motorway services picked us up and dropped us at the customer care centre at the next junction. Basically it was a portakabin with a vending machine (chocolate and crisps), a kitchen with a kettle (tiny amount of milk left), a TV that had such shit reception you couldn't watch it and a whole stack of toys suitable for a 2 year old.
It was dp, me (disabled), 18 yo DD and 11 yo DD (ASD).
We were there for 6 terminally long hours. We rang the RAC when we broke down and they sent someone out at 8.45 who said we needed to be recovered and it would be two hours. That was then 3, then 4, then 5 and finally someone turned up at 2.15am. By this point DD2 was driving me fucking insane with the constant whining (although not blaming her) about being tired/hungry/bored. Teen fell asleep for a bit as did Dp.
To combat the absolutely shitty evening's boredom we:
Turned the fan on full blast to make our hair blow out behind us.
Drew a stick family on the feedback forms with things like 'bring us food' written on them and stuck them to their noticeboard.
Played with the toy garage for a while.
Rearranged all the chairs to make beds (not comfortable!) and read every sign in the place.
There were no staff there although the odd driver came in and we fought over who would make him a hot drink as something to do.
It really was a terribly long, boring evening and we hadn't eaten since 2pm.
Incidentally we had to be recovered from a different motorway in a different car on the exact same day last year so from now on April 9th is a day for staying home!