A few things you should know…
- I am terrified of blowouts or flat tires. It’s irrational, but it’s mine. I can’t explain it.
- The wife has changed hundreds of tires in her career.
- My wife is a die hard Broncos fan.
- I have been mugged, TWICE and don’t like to venture out at night by myself.
- I rarely drive at night or on the weekends…we typically take the wife’s truck and I make a splendid passenger. Terrible navigator, but I am in the top three best passengers.
Tonight, I needed to pick up a couple of prescriptions at the local CVS and the wife offered to ride along, but I had to drive… After getting the prescriptions, I pulled out of the parking lot I hear a distinct “whump, whump, whump”. Oh no…maybe it’s not me.
“whump, whump, whump” oh yes…it’s me.
I look at the wife and simply state “I have a fucking flat!” and my panic starts to set in…
Now, my dad taught me…
- How to check my oil and where to put oil.
- How to change my tire and check my air pressure.
- A mean left hook.
I’m not scared to change them, I’m irrationally scared the car will flip over. Don’t judge me.
So the wife pats my arm and says, “you’ve got a full size spare, it’s gonna be okay!” We pull back into the parking lot and begin to pull out the saddest jack either of us have seen, my spare and a phone, to call the “pseudo-husband” to come rescue us. Actually it was a text to him and his wife that said…guess which lesbians are changing a flat in the CVS parking lot? We text the Boy and let him know we will be a bit later than we thought and got to it.
While this is happening a gentleman pulls up in a minivan and asks if we need help, we tell him no, we are just looking to see where to put the worlds tiniest jack. He pulls over and parks, I look at him in panic and shock and see that he’s wearing A BRONCOS HAT and team colors!!!! We are saved!!! He assesses the situation, grabs the wrenchie thing from the wife, takes two looks and walks to his truck. His jack is way better…
The spare? Full size and full of air.
As he and the wife are working away, I talk to pseudo-husband and assure him we are fine and supervise.
He chats while he is working …he’s a minister…and just knew he couldn’t leave us to do this and struggle. It was done in 5 minutes. He told us he is with the Harvest Mission Church off Campbell and was on his way to get his wife a salad. That he saw us and felt to come back to us. He was sweet and pleasant and we had to force money on him! After an invitation to church we parted ways with smiles on our faces.
Tonight nothing mattered but simple, human consideration and caring. I stood there and watched a cop and a preacher in complete peace a little less frightened and counting my blessings.
I firmly know, in that moment, God kept me and taught me a lesson.
Even in a parking lot, there are blessings…