Yesterday when I pulled into the parking lot next to my apartment building, I noticed a car with a flat rear tire. A woman was sitting in the driver's seat looking distraught and talking on her cell phone.
I walked over to her and said, "Miss, I'd be happy to change it for you."
She moved the phone from her mouth, looked at me with disgust, and said, "Change WHAT?" I don't think I could have angered her more if I had walked up and smacked her in the face. Typical New Jersey: the first instinct when talking to a stranger is to feign annoyance and act tough.
My first instinct was to walk away and let the nasty bitch drive off on the flat. But instead I pointed out the flat and asked her to pop her trunk and put on her emergency brake. Thankfully, she talked on the phone and avoided me while I changed the tire. Because I had a tire iron in my hand.
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