The Flat

So it's the first day of our vacation and we run over a screw and get a flat.

No biggie.

We're in the parking lot of MASS MoCA after an afternoon of exhibit browsing, which is much better than pulling off to the side of the road.

Problem is, the tires were recently replaced, rotated and machine-tightened. I mean tight.

So I'm struggling to loosen the lug nuts on the flat and two big guys stop and ask if I need a hand.

Although I know I'll eventually loosen them, I think it would be foolish to turn away someone with a fresh grip who may be able to help get this damn tire loosened.

I have to pause here and mention that the featured show at the museum this evening is Clare and the Reasons, an alt-cabaret act. So, as you might surmise, there's a decent gay contingent at the museum today (not that there's anything wrong with that), including the two guys who ask if they can assist.

Here's the conversation:

Them: "Need any help?"

Me: "Actually, I could use a little help with my nuts. They're pretty tight"

Them: Laughter.

Me: (Thinking, oops.)

Them: "I'll bet you never thought you'd hear yourself say those words in your lifetime."

Me: "Um, yeah, I guess."

So one of the guys is able to loosen one nut. I'm able to get the other three.

Me: "I'm all set. Thanks, guys."

Them: "Good, because we have no idea how to change a flat tire."

OK, then.

On the road again.

With a funny, albeit somewhat embarrassing, story.

Comments

[Seth]

That's too funny.

[sue]

Sounds like a scene from Will and Grace.

[Dan]

Seth - yeah, right.

Sue - exactly.