Someday way in the future I can picture Tony and I sitting side by side on the couch, reminiscing about the good old days. Retelling the stories we've told hundreds of times. And we'll inevitably come to this one...
"Remember that time that you got a flat tire on the way home from work?"
"Yeah, I had to put on the spare tire right there on the side of the interstate during rush hour."
"How far did that tire last again?"
"About 50 feet. Then it blew out worse than the first one. But you did bring me dinner while we waited for the tow truck."
"The tow truck from a town 90 minutes away. So I stuck the tire in the back of my van and drove it to the only Wal-mart without a tire center."
"I told you it was the other Wal-mart."
"I didn't hear you say that. But when I arrived at the other Wal-mart they sure were nice to get me the new tire even though they were closing up for the night."
"They sure were. And so was the tow truck driver who drove me to meet you."
"Yep. What a day."