I was driving home after Christmas by myself this year. I'm from the Bay Area and go to college in Los Angeles. On the long drive down the 101 I was nervous something would happen with my car--I am terrible with cars. I usually just get my dad or boyfriend to fix it, but if something happened out on the road by myself I don't know what I would do.
Suddenly I heard a popping noise and felt a weird bump on the right side of my car. Yep, I had a flat tire. I knew something like that would happen! And I had a paper to write when I got back to my dorm so it's not like I had all the time in the world.
I pulled over and got out of the car to see how bad it was. Of course I never bothered to learn how to fix a flat. It was hot outside, I put my long brown hair in a loose ponytail and felt sweat start to drip down my neck. Luckily I was wearing a short skirt, at least my legs were cool.
I notice a few houses nearby, and a rickety looking barn. maybe there would be someone over there who could help me? I walked over and called out "Helloo?"
I went up to a door and knocked "Hel---"
"---Who's there?" And gruff looking older guy answered the door, wearing a flannel shirt and worn jeans. Behind him were a couple of his buddies sitting and drinking beer. The must work the farms around here, I thought.
"Um hi, I'm Jessie. Um my car has a flat tire, do you think one of you could help me fix it?"
The man standing at the door looked me up and down. It made me feel uncomfortable, but what else was I supposed to do?
"Well sure Jessie," he said, "That would be no problem."