Well, yesterday was an adventure. Kay, Mia, and I were going to see a play, and it was Kay's turn to drive, so off we went. Well, we had to take the freeway, and just before we got on, Mia mentioned she thought Kay's car was sounding funny. Well, Kay and I had noticed it before, but it had definitely gotten worse. We hoped we could make it, but after we got on the freeway it was louder and a lot scarier. After a bit of panic Kay realized our apartment was just off the next exit, so we pulled off and headed there, hoping to snag my car and get back on track. Unfortunately, maybe half a mile from the apartment we had to pull over. When we got out, the back tire was completely flat.
Well, Kay borrowed one of my hair ties (I was wearing braided pigtails, so I had extra), and she set to work trying to change the tire. Only, we couldn't get the blasted car jack out of the trunk. Someone had stuck it in way too tight. And all the while all these people were driving by, not caring about three girls on the side of the road trying to change a tire.
Until someone did stop. Mia noticed him first (mostly because Kay and I were bent over the trunk trying to pry the jack out). He actually pulled over in front of us, then popped out and asked if we needed a hand. Not ten minutes later, the tire was changed, our faith in humanity was restored, and we even made it to the play on time!
So a million thanks to the Good Samaritan, and a million blessings to go with them!
Fare thee well, friend!