“I can’t believe we have a flat tire” I say as we get out of the car.
“This vacation was going to be awesome! ” said Bobby as he stomped around. We had no spare. The repressive desert conditions snuffed the cell phone signal. We were in the desert. I checked the tire, and found a small nail. It must have been there for one hour, maybe two. We had no tire pump. There were no towns close by. Ideas came, but all were impractical. We needed to analyze our situation. We stared blankly into the arid distance.
Hoping, and waiting . . .
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