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Tonite as I walked to my car, after class was over, I helped some girl fix a flat tire in her car. At first I thought she was looking at something on the ground as her friend watched her while she made a phone call. However when I got closer I realized one of her back tires was completely flat. I approached them cautiously, it was kinda dark in the parking lot, as if to not frighten them and I asked “Do you need any help with that?”, she answered “I dont know, I think I am okay”. I stuck around for a bit and overheard her tell her father on the phone that she was going to attempt to get her spare tire but she didnt know if she was gonna be able to do so.
I watched her fiddle around with the crap in the back of her car and find the spare, she was unable to find the jack. She then went to get a flashlight from her glove compartment but either the batteries were dead or the lil bulb was dead. I watched them both for a minute as one of them pulled out her cell phone and tried to use it as a source of lighting hehehe it proved not to be very practical. I went to my car and grabbed one of the many flashlights I have lying around (yeah I carry all sorts of stupid shit in my car, suck it) and I got back to them still fighting to free the jack from the car. She did seem interested in trying to do the actual changing of the tire on her own so I just took a step back, it was clear that she had never done this before and didnt even know where to position the jack so that she wouldnt put a hole through the floor board of her car. I offered to help again and this time she actually let me do the “work”.
After all was said and done she asked “will the car be okay with that tiny tire?” I couldnt help but laugh a little and said “yes, as long as you drive under 50mph and do not drive for more than 35 miles you’ll be okay”. I went as far as to offer to follow her to a gas station and/or to her home if she didnt feel comfortable driving around with that “tiny tire”.
The fact that I helped her does not surprise, I would’ve done it for anyone, however what really surprised was the fact that I didnt feel like making a nasty comment or the usual nasty retort to anything she had to say. I actually held a conversation with her and didnt make a single smartass comment, although I thought about doing so about fifty times.
“Hi, I am Tina, thank you so much for helping me” she says. She tells me about her two dogs, how her mother is taking care of them while she goes to class, how her class was running super long today and she hated it, how she gets flat tires all time yet she doesnt know one thing about changing a tire on her own, how her brother has apparently been using her car and thats why there is a motorcycle helmet in the back of her car, how she is a computer science major, blah blah and then she asked about me. I remember how much I wanted to say “Do you really wanna know my name? I cant imagine how it would matter, just because I am helping you change your tire doesnt mean that this interaction must take place, I am perfectly happy just changing your tire while you speak on the phone with somebody else, Why do you want to know my name? I know that your “interest” genuine or not will go away the minute I speak and say something you dont like or perhaps the minute that I stop paying attention to something you’ve said or the minute I say “thats fucking retarded, I cant see why you’d want do something like that” why do you feel this is really necessary?” But I didnt say of that, I told her my name and I smiled, i dont think I said anything else.
After it was all said and done I drove around way too fast, missed my exit twice and nearly run off the road while taking a turn way too fast.
I am forgetting something…. oh yeah, Jeremy was right! just about anything Bell’s makes is pretty good, I am currently having a Bell’s Pale Ale.