Last Friday, about 4:30 PM, I was on my way back to the office, driving south on Mill Street, when I realized that the driver's side front tire on my truck was going flat. As soon as I safely could, I pulled over and got out to look at it. Sure enough, it was almost completely flat. That was when I realized that I had left my cellular telephone at home. Since I was unable to call for help, I had two choices: walk somewhere to call a repair service, or change the tire myself. I decided to do it myself, even though the weather was intolerably hot.Since I had never changed a tire on my truck since I had bought it, in May of 2007, I wasn't sure where all of the tools were. Fortunately, the owner's manual was in the glove compartment, and, upon consulting it, I discovered that the jack and the tire iron were stowed behind the passenger seat and the crank to raise and lower the jack was stowed in the engine compartment.
As I was getting the tools out, and trying to figure out how to get the spare out from its mounting place under the truck, a good Samaritan walked up and offered to do the work for me, which was good, because I was about to pass out from the heat.Even though he never asked for any consideration, I gave him twenty dollars and a ride back to his neighborhood.