The Number Three Son, living at home from college for the summer, just returned from a tanking trip on the Niobrara River with about twenty of his closest friends.
They awoke this morning to a flat tire on the Pilot, which he had borrowed for the weekend. Despite a glow-in-the-dark sunburn, he got the donut from underneath and changed the tire. Not wanting to drive the two hours home on just the donut, they drove in to Valentine to get the tire fixed.
After driving around town and not finding any place open, they stopped at a convenience store to ask if there were any places they had missed. The clerk informed him that no, none of the tire places were open on Sunday, but she knew someone to call.
A local tire technician then drove 42 miles one-way into Valentine to fix my son's tire. Before they left, two more people had arrived with similar problems. You can either look at this as "no good deed goes unpunished", or that the extra service work made his trip to town more worthwhile.
Thank goodness for small town Nebraska, where everyone is more than willing to go the extra mile to help out someone in need.
Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.