Driving to work this morning my car decided to blow a tire on the churned up blacktop of the 102. Managed to make it to the shoulder and stood for an hour trying to figure out what to do... no cell, and where the hell is the jack for this car? As car after car of people drove by some looked at me and some didn't... I waved my arms, made the international sign for "Sweet lord, someone call the cops"... to no avail.

Then, as I sat in my car trying to figure out just how far it would be to walk to a service station a red chariot appeared before me carrying an angel. This angel asked me what she could do for me. I asked if I could use her cell. She didn't have one. She went to her vehicle and pulled everything out of the back, located her jack, but couldn't get it unlocked.

From there she proceeded to ask me where I worked, drove me in and came inside to vouch for my mishap with my boss who is a pussy-cat and was more worried about me than anything. I spent the day with a warm and fuzzy feeling in my heart and even smiled at the tire dude as I handed over every cent I had...

so, thank you T. in the cherry red Nissan Cube! You saved me and a near disaster turned out to be a blast!—No more bald tires for me!