"Funny story"

I forgot how much I loved The Prayer Chain. These guys rocked. One of the most worshipful musical experiences I’ve ever had was at a Prayer Chain show at The Coffeehouse in Evansville (probably much to the frustration of some of the band’s members). But at that same show some kid, who was moshing (it was the early 90’s), somehow pulled a guitar cord from Andy Prickett’s amp. Andy got mad, said the show was over, walked off, and left Tim Tabor (the lead singer) on stage looking very puzzled.

Now for the funny story.

So, I’m in Ramona, CA last week (as you know) and Christy & my new friend, Franny, and I had just eaten at Rubio’s. We stop at Stater Bros Supermarket for brownie bites and ice cream. On our way back to the car Franny notices that the rear right tire of Christy’s car is just about flat.
Being that the last two discs in my back are herniated are impinging my sciatic nerve I supervised and did a good job of blocking Christy & Franny’s light as they worked at putting on the spare. They are doing a fine job, a mighty fine job, when Mr. Hottie Hot walks up and asks if we need any help. I’m about to say, “Sure...” when Franny says thanks him and tells him they have it under control. She’s married. So I’ll excuse her for sending way Mr. Hottie Hot. THIS TIME. Like four minutes later Hottie Hot #2 (who was hot but not as hot as #1) pulls up in his truck and very nicely asks if we could use an “extra hand”. He, too, is sent away because Christy & Franny are rocking at changing that tire. I comment that we now know how to pick up men if we were looking to do so. Then came along...Kindly Gentleman #3. He’s in a hoopty ride and he’s probably about 56 and the waistband on his pants is playing hide and seek under his protruding hangy downy belly. He also asks if we need any help. Which we don’t because the tire is almost changed at this point. I’d like to add that we were able to retain our giggles until he was out of earshot and Franny comments that we should have gone with the first guy. We’re, I mean they’re, just finishing up when a car PULLS INTO THE SPOT NEXT TO WHERE WE'RE/THEY’RE CHANGING THE TIRE. A woman gets out of her car and makes some comment about how we probably wished she was a big guy who could help us. So we pantsed her. Not really. Turns out a 4-5” nail was in Christy’s tire.