September 18th, 2003

Roman

Flat tire

On my way to work this morning I got a flat tire. A helpful young man changed it for me, happened by at the right time. In another life I would have said no, I don't need any help, just because I *can* change a tire. But this time I thought, "why get dirty?" and let him do his good deed.

Then I was back at the Tire Store, buying a third Toyo tire. Now I have three extra-good tires on my car, one average one (but in good shape). My car is happy. I can tell. But boy does she need a bath. I am seriously considering a carwash.