Well, in actuality, I drove over a long Phillips head wood screw. Long enough that it went through the tire and out the sidewall.
Good news is, we realized it a block from home. (This was last night.)
This morning, I called AAA. I’ve been a member since 2004 (I thought it was longer!) and have never had the need for their services.
Except for the occasional map. I love maps. But I digress.
I called at 8:30 a.m. They said they’d be here by 9:20 a.m. At 9:25 I called. He’s 2 miles away.
9:50. The phone rings. We’re sending someone else. Oh. Okay.
10:00. Nice guy shows up. Changes tire. (You know, that little bitty tire. Hee hee.)
But none of this is what drove me to write about this morning. Sure I had to wait. But I had 2 newspapers, a great cup of coffee and it was a gorgeous morning. I opened the van doors and it was pretty darn relaxing. So no big deal.
Of the 10 people who walked past, only one said anything. (This was in MY neighborhood.) The one man who spoke did tell me I had a flat tire. (grin)
Of the 12 cars that passed me while I sat in the back of the van, in front of someone else’s house, feet sticking out, flat tire and all…half knew me.
Guess how many stopped to see if I needed help? To see if I was okay? To say hello?
Now come on. Maybe it’s just me. But if I saw someone I knew from the neighborhood in a disabled car in front of someone else’s house, I’d at least roll down the window and ask.
I’m just saying.