The other week, I went to the Salt Shed to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I went against my boyfriend’s advice. See, he had patched my tire that morning.
Five minutes from the venue, my wheel started thudding. I couldn’t get to the next gas station — I had to pull over right then and there in the middle of traffic. Fortunately, I ended up right in front of a bar and some people saw me and came to my aid.
Anyway, they got my spare on with some finagling. It was also low on air — I set off toward the gas station and then came thunking sounds.
I made it and put the hose to the nozzle, but it wouldn’t fill. Fortunately, a friend of a friend was on the way to help and there were guys in the parking lot so I asked if they knew what was wrong.
Turns out, my spare was done for, but my original tire could be saved. They filled it and my friend’s friend showed up and took me to get a tire patch kit. The parking lot guys patched the tire for me and put it back on..
The bar patrons, the parking lot guys, and my friend’s friend all refused compensation. I’ve always believed that most people are kind at heart, but it’s been hard to maintain that optimism in a world that seems increasingly cruel. I needed a moment like this.
P.S. The show was incredible and i made it home safely.
