143/365 The Two Guys Who Stopped and Helped Me Change a Tire on I-87
They are impressed with my full-size spare; I am impressed with their tools. I can jack a car up, but my brute strength is nothing against those bolts. Their power wrench releases them in seconds. They even have air on the truck. My angels.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:57 AM
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I've been alone on the road twice when I got a flat. Both times I managed to get the spare out (the stupid-little ones), the car jacked up, and then along comes the guardian angel. Both times a middle aged man with a paunch and tattoo, bad teeth and smoking a cigarette. They don't look like you expect.
There's nothing like a tatooed angel.
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