This morning as my mom and I were carpooling to work (hey, it’s good for the earth), the small SUV in front of us had an almost complete flat tire on the back left side. After the light changed, we drove beside him as I rolled down my window and yelled out “Your tire is flat!” twice, pointing to his back tire with the pen I had been using to prepare my bank deposit.
He never rolled down his window, but did notice my yelling and gesticulations. He turned off the road, so we hope he checked his tire. We were worried he was going to get on the highway.
So yes, I’ll try to tell you if you have a flat tire and seem not to notice, but I won’t let you peel out in front of me from a driveway. I’m a selectively nice driver.
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