I had a flat tire today on the way to pick up Mom to take her to the dentist. I pulled into the commuter parking lot not far from our house and called Josh. He said he would come ASAP. So I got out the spare donut tire, the jack and wrench, so that all he would have to do is jack up the car and put the spare on. I tried to take off the lug nuts, but I couldn't get them to budge.
While I was waiting, three different young men and their passengers pulled into the commuter lot to see if I needed help. This was within a 15 minute time frame. That's why I love Texas. Texans are always willing to help a person in distress, even on a sweltering hot day during the lunch hour. Every single one of them started out saying, "Ma'am do you need some help?" I love that. I told them that my son was on his way, but thanked them very much. They all gave me a big smile, some asked if I was sure, and they all waved as they drove away.
When Josh got there he had the tire changed in short order, with absolutely no trouble with the lug nuts. It would be nice to be so strong! I gave him a big hug and was on my way.
Mom and I were only about 5 or 10 minutes late for her appointment. She had a tooth pulled and another one got a filling. Next week when she goes back for her follow-up, the dentist will talk to us about her options for a lower plate or partial.
Now I have to take the tire back to the place where Ron bought it to see if they will fix it for me. The little donut tire also needs some air. Isn't it always something?
Hope you're having a good Wednesday!