Late to join his daughters and wife on vacation in Maine, the tall, handsome man was about to leave when he noticed that the rear tire was nearly flat. No past experience had prepared him to deal with this, so he summonsed his car czar in the next Suburban.
“Probably a nail,” said the czar - a lucky guess for someone who had also never fixed a flat.
“I see it right there,” exclaimed the tall, articulate man. “Nail clippers!” he hollered, and the nearby suitcase czar immediately slapped trimmers in his hand. The man, the one who we have been waiting for, reached down and popped the nail out of the tread. Air swooshed out and the tire went flat.
The crowd of czars stood there, their mouths and eyes wide open.
“That nail was here before me and it wasn’t fair to the tire,” scoffed the tall, thin man. “Let’s go,” he yelled, and the entourage drove off. No one, especially the fawning media, questioned his decisions.
The tire spewed thick smoke until they finally stopped at a repair shop. What could have been a $20 plug turned into a $900 tire and wheel replacement.
The tall, confident man didn’t give it a second thought. In his mind, he was creating or saving some tire maker’s job. And besides, someone else would pick up the tab.
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