Driving along the road early this Wednesday morning, I saw a young guy in the opposite lane trying to change a tire. Upon my return 45 minutes later, he was still standing there on the phone. I drove by. Sighed. Turned around. After all, I do know how to change a tire!
There was no way I was heading off to college without the basic knowledge of car maintenance. My father required it before my sister and I backed out of the driveway. I changed at least three tires in college, one on a particularly rainy night returning from the disco. I was always driving, so I’m sure it was a tire on my vehicle, though I did have to work my magic on a friend’s car one other time.
This poor guy had a broken jack. The rains we’ve had created a mire for his equipment. It slowly sank and snapped in the muck. I merely asked how I could help, as I was clad in my white jeans – which for some reason I chose today after having NOT worn them for two years? He assured me he had help coming. I assured him I wasn’t going to help other than to call my husband who has a heavy-duty jack.
That was my good deed for the day – offering my spouse’s assistance! I’ll keep looking for things I can actually do with my white attire. Or, I’ll just change clothes and get out and clean the garage as I had planned.
It may be two years before I sport these white pants again.