I remember when my tire blew on the freeway — I was young and had no clue about changing tires. I don’t even think I knew where the tire iron was. So, I pulled over and got out of my car. As I was looking down at my flat, a big truck pulled over in front of me. A man jumped out and headed towards me.
“Can I help you?”
“I hope so,” I said.
“Do you have a spare?”