Scott and John on our way.
“#$*@ I have a flat tire,” said John.
“Yep! She’s flat, alright,” said the tire man.
The tire was an odd size. None available in Little Rock, so John filled it with sticky goo in order to get back to Dallas. “I sure hope this works,” he mumbled at the tire.
“Yep! It’s gonna work! Let’s hit the road, Bro.,” said John, giving Scott a thumbs up.