Other half had a bit of a scare on Sunday: rear offside blowout. Lots of skidding, but thankfully managed to come to a safe stop.
I arrived about 20 minutes later to help and there was a mini van pulling up behind her. That’s nice, think I. Somebody’s stopping to help. Faith in humanity restored, etc. Only they’re stopping to ask for directions. They’re asking my wife, whose very clearly non functional car is parked on the north bound side of the 805 Freeway, for directions. It’s 95 degrees and there are trucks going by at 65 miles an hour about two feet away. And they’re asking her for directions.
What is wrong with people?





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