Yesterday I was on my way home from work when there was a loud noise and the Grumpymobile immediately veered right. I pulled into a side street to assess the damage:
Sigh.
So I dug out the spare and its gear and got started, jacking up the car, unbolting the shredded tire, tossing it in the trunk...
I'd just started rolling the spare around to the front when a crew from the Grumpyville fire department drove by. They pulled over and 4 guys piled out. One of them took the wrench out of my hand, another handed me a bottle of water. They bolted the spare on, lowered the car, and put all the stuff back in the trunk in what seemed like 15 seconds (maybe they were secretly an Indy pit crew).
As they piled back in their truck one of them said, "sir, it's pretty hot out, and a guy your age should know better than to do stuff like this."
6 comments:
So are you offended, or just glad you didn't have to change a tire the hard way?
At least they let you get back behind the wheel when they were done.
Did you threaten to beat them with your cane?
That is awesome. Send the station some donuts as a big thank you.
Nice to know that there's a neurologist who works on Sundays.
Didn’t you tell them your golf handicap?
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