It's all the way out towards the airport. Surprisingly we didn't get lost, but I knew before we left that something would happen.

Something always does.

All was going well until we left the mall and were going to make a stop at Wal-Mart for some reason or another.

We were going to turn into the parking lot and some guy says "Hey, you have a flat tire."

We pulled into the Tire and Lube express figuring someone might know what to do seeing as how we absolutely did not.

At this point, some guy walks up and asks if there's anything he can help us with.

We told him we had no idea how to change a tire and needed some help.

Well, he then proceeded to do it for us out in the parking lot.

I asked if we should bring it inside or something, but he said he didn't work in the garage, he was actually a cashier in the main store.

It took the guy 45 minutes to change the tire, because it was rusted in place.

He was on the floor kicking it and everything and he got pretty damn dirty.

So when he was done, we offered him money, but he wouldn't accept.

I don't understand that, though, but it's times like those that Im glad I have boobs...

How's that for exploitation?

2005-06-02 - 8:42 p.m.
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