It was Valentine’s Day weekend and sadly enough I had no date and no plans to speak of. Feeling bad for myself I agreed to baby sit for my boss. As I headed to his house I felt my steering-wheel start to vibrate and pull hard to the right. I swerved and managed to come to an awkward stop at the side of the road. Shaken I got out of the car and searched for the problem. It took only a moment for me to discover that I had a flat tire. Irritated I called my dad to ask for help.
Answering on the first ring my dad said he would be there to help. He got off the phone and started to leave his office. As he headed towards my stranded car he heard a load whooshing sound. Startled he pulled to the side only to find that he too had a flat tire. Mixed with emotions of frustration from his situation and not being able to help me he threw open the trunk in search of a spare. He was flabbergasted when he realized that his spare too was flat. Thinking quickly he called my aunt who drives the same exact car hoping he could borrow her spare.
He pulled out his cell and began to dial her number. When she answered he hastily explained the predicament he and I were in and asked for her spare. To his surprise she started laughing hysterically. A little agitated with her response he demanded to know what was so funny. Through her laughter she told him that about an hour ago she had run over a piece of sheet metal and her tire had been shredded. Thus her spare tire was currently in use until she could get a new one. Luckily my mom was able to pick both me and my dad up and eventually everyone’s tires were fixed.
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