So July 4th when everyone is bbq-ing and swimming and beaching it up, my friend and I decided to trek out of the county to snap some photos and eat a real hamburger at my dad’s.
Everything was swell until I heard a thudding and slight dragging from the rear passenger side of my vehicle. Luckily this was in a more rural area on sleepy four lane road rather than on the toll road I was speeding over thirty minutes prior to this incident.
So anyways, some nice tanned dudes that didn’t speak English and mowed lawns helped me out in a big way and swapped out my chewed up tire for the spare in my trunk. And of course the spare was flat so the one dude drove to a gas station and filled it up. Good to go.
photos of the carnage taken by Skye.
that’s some green grass, eh?
So anyways, the big dilemma with this one was, do you offer money to these peeps who helped you out? Skye and I deliberated over it. We still weren’t sure. Skye even sent out a mass text to her people seeking thoughts on the question at hand. Apparently they were all asleep. So then I figured, these guys seemed to be out working today and they did take time out their work day to help out. Plus, the one guy went the extra mile to take my spare and go fill it with air. So I offered him some cash after graciously thanking him. He refused. We thanked them all again and we all went on our merry little way.
okay, so I just wanted everyone to see how green that grass is.
