Diana put on her hazards, and pulled onto the shoulder. Checking for traffic, she exited the car. “Do you all need some help changing that tire?”
“We’d love some help. We tried using our spare, but it’s flat too.”
“That sucks,” I’d better remember to check mine too.
“Could you give my wife and I a ride to the auto store? There’s one just in the next town.”
“Sorry, but I’m running late,” she said, “I could call motorist assist.”
The wife smiled. “That’s not necessary, dear. Thank you anyway.”
Diana returned the smile, and got back into her car.