Good Samaritan (it wasn’t me)
Today was beautiful and warm and breezy. We had the windows open and the fans going all day. It was great, but it also means we hear EVERYTHING that goes on outside. This evening, before sunset, we heard a horrendous screeching noise right outside the apartment. We looked out the windows and saw a car stopped in the middle of road, blocking the northbound lane, with the drivers side door open. There was another woman inspecting the red mini parked on the side of the road just in front of it. I assumed we’d just heard a crash, that maybe the car had hit the mini or the mini backed into the car. I stopped looking through the screen (opting for the clear part of the window), and I couldn’t see any damage, and then John noticed the tire leaning up against the mini.
Apparently, this car was driving up our street when the front left tire CAME OFF THE CAR and rolled into the street and hit the mini. The horrendous screeching noise was the front left corner of the car, minus its tire, scratching up the pavement. We stood at the windows watching the circus (the people in the car running around, getting the tire, staring at the car, the other drivers trying to go around the car to get out of town, the southbound lane stopping to let the northbound lane swerve into their lane to go), and then we heard someone shout something about needing a jack.
John: Should I help? I have a jack. I should help. Should I help?
He decided to help. By the time I went outside, there were 7 or 8 people clustered around the car (only three of whom were working). Everyone else on the block was out on front porches and stoops (me and our housemates included), watching the fun (and occasionally yelling). With the help of two of the guys who live next door, John jacked up their car and got the tire back on. Sort of. Turns out that out of the five bolts that usually hold a tire on, one was missing and one had been completely broken off. Of the three that were left, only one was straight and able to be used. The car owners (who didn’t help at all and barely said thank you) decided to risk driving back to DC rather than drive the car slowly to a shop.
We’re going to keep an eye on the news for the idiots who are surely going to lose the tire again going too fast on the highway back to DC tonight.