One minute, I was singing "A Groovy Kind of Love" along with Phil Collins. The next, I was 1 the steering wheel. Pulling into the first parking lot I found, I stopped the car and climbed out to assess the situation. My heart 2 as I discovered that one of my tires was 3.
I'd bought this second-hand car several months before, but it didn't include a 4 tire. Although I knew I needed to purchase one, my schedule was so 5 that I hadn't done it yet.
My 6 grew darker by the minute as I checked the 7 around the area. Each one was closed. The only vehicle in the parking lot was a red truck. It was getting dark. I had two 8: stay in my car until morning or start walking in 9 of finding a pay phone. But neither option 10 me.
Just then a man appeared from one of those closed businesses. The sign over the door indicated it was a law office. I must have looked 11 for he headed straight toward me and asked if I needed 12.
His face clean-shaven, and his clothes stylish, so I decided I could 13 him.
I told him my trouble. He volunteered to 14 the flat and drove his red truck to a tire shop to get it 15 . It cost eighty-five dollars because they had to 16 the tire itself. The hole was too 17 to repair. I had no cash. He paid for me, saying I could return him later. I was shocked by his 18 .
Actually, to say I was shocked was putting it 19. For months, I stopped by that parking lot, looking for the truck. But no red truck ever 20 .
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