Driving along with music notes dancing inside the car pretty loudly, I begin to recognize an extra beat to the song. And it’s an off beat at that. Hm. This song did not have this badoo whop, badoo whop sound last time I heard it. I slowed down for a red light and felt my car shift it’s weight from side to side like an uncomfortable person right before an audition. Well, I didn’t know my car could DANCE either.
As I continued to slow, I turned the volume down on my song. Stopping at a busy intersection requires a great deal of concentration sometimes.
That’s when it clicked in. My left front tire had felt left out from all the hustle and bustle of holiday and didn’t care to actually be a tire anymore. I quickly changed lanes, turned left at the corner and parked.
Yep, it was about as low as my income in the year I didn’t work.
Upon calling my dad and setting up shop for what I knew would be a 45 minute wait, THREE individuals stopped in that time to see if they could help. I was wearing large sunglasses, a toque and my head was buried in a novel I had ripped out from under my passenger seat. So even though they were all male, ( because what females stop for broken down cars anyways) they couldn’t have known I was a pretty human being with Christmas makeup and sparkling nail polish on.
One man stayed and did his best to pump the tire with air, and we even went to his house once my Pops showed up, where he helped change the darn thing with all his awesome tools.
So. My heart felt full of thankfulness and appreciation and I float on in admiration of human kind. In the days where I’ll whisper expletives under my breath at car cuts or customers, I’ll remember that somewhere out there, a human is helping another human get a car fixed.
All just because that’s what humans can do.