Thump! It was that sound that dreaded sound of a tire going flat. Yes it happened just as I turned the corner onto the street where the beauty shop is located. The shop was only three blocks down. I thought I could make it. Then fwomp! I wasn’t going to make it. I turned into a gas station parked and got out to survey the damage.
Well, ick I was going to need a new tire. I went into the gas station and asked the clerk if it would be OK to leave the car there until I could get someone to help change the tire. He said it was OK with him but that he gets off in two hours. I told him I was sure I could get back before then.
I walked the rest of the way to the beauty shop. I am in the second year of my two week beauty program. The estimate is almost finished. Actually I was only going for a manicure and I was pretty sure my manicurist who also owns the shop would know someone we could call to change my tire.
When I got there she was busy folding towels. She is the boss and chief towel folder. I asked if I could get some water. She said of course. Then I sat down to wait for her. I would have offered to help her fold but her little laundry room is barely big enough for her. No room for two. Besides I was just a tad bit upset.
I told her what happened just before she started on my nails. She said, “Humm…Let me think. Who should we call.” First she called one of the guys who works for her who lives just across the street. He wasn’t home.
She finished my right hand then decided to call her son. He was already at work. So then she tried one of her brothers. He was just about to leave for work and told her he would swing by on the way.
“Wow!” I said. “this won’t make him late will it?”
“No, he doesn’t go in until noon.”
I wondered what kind of work he did to go in that late, but I didn’t ask. No use looking a gift horse you know.
It turns out that she has eight brothers all younger than her and all but one of them are mechanics. My car picked a good time and place to have a flat cause odds are that at least one of them would be available to help.
By the time she finished my manicure her brother rolled into the parking lot with a friend ready to rescue me. My manicurist gave me a ride over to the gas station where my car was and we watched while her brother and his friend changed the tire.
It was a good thing that they were mechanics because they brought their own jack. It turns out that I didn’t have one. At least I did have a spare tire in the back but that was all that was there. No jack no lug wrench. There would have been no way I could have changed it even if I had tried.
To top it off the spare was flat! Luckily I was parked only a few feet from where they have the air at the gas station. I did have to go in and trade my driver’s license for the nozzle to be able to fill the tire with air. Gee they don’t trust anyone.
At last they had me squared away with what was left of my tire in the back and the spare securely on the car. I thanked them and gave them some money. Then I thanked my manicurist and hugged her! What a gal! I was off to Sears to buy new tires and possibly a jack and lug wrench. Hope I don’t ever have to use them. I’d ruin my manicure!
Have you ever had a flat? I hope someone came along to rescue you