Bryan and I made plans to meet for lunch today. About two minutes into my drive to Moe's, I felt an ominous thumping coming from the area of my left front tire... sure enough, when I pulled off the road and into a parking spot, my tire was completely flat.
I called my hubby, who calmly said "Okay. I'll be right there." He changed my tire in less than fifteen minutes, getting his clothes all dirty and wet (it was raining) in the process. When he finished, he wiped his hands off and said "Let's go eat."
You know what? I've got a good man.
3 comments:
Awww...that is so nice...and calm. Brian would have a cow.
What a good guy. Don't you HATE flat tires? Hope all is well in OKC. Tulsa seems weird without you. Happy Fall!!!
You seem to have tire trouble a lot. I hope you don't jinx me!! That was nice of Bryan.
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