Back Home... Part 1

So I go back home to see my younger cousin's play that she had a lead role in and my goodness was she wonderful, I heard people in the audience wispering "she's funny"...I'm so proud of her.

So when the plays over me and my older cousin beign the journey home. It's just the 2 of us...we couldn't make it if... We get close to our neighborhood when we get a flat tire. I suggest...we just drive on home. Then we thought...maybe that's not a good idea. Then I suggest we atleast get out of the road. So she turns into this random apartment complex into someone's reserved space. As soon as we park there, because of Murphy's Law (?), the owner of the space comes home. My cousin get's out the car and asks this random stranger in the big must have been an F-250 or something for help. So the dude comes out of his truck and takes a look at the flat tire, I thought this man would be extremely annoyed by this sudden request but no....he's seems unbothered...almost entertained? He had this kind of I think it was a grin on his face like..."what in the world did I come home to"

I've never changed a flat before and didn't want to try now. My ex told me once but I wasn't in the mood to try, all I could picture was the tire rolling away the second we pull off. My Aunt tells me to call my cuz's uncle. He doesn't answer the phone. She then says she doesn't know what to do with a flat tire and goes to SLEEP. Great. Thanks for the support guys, I'm out here in my freakin mini skirt and tube top at 10:30 something at night basicly inviting a lucky stranger to....change a flat tire for me..."please?"

In the mean time we are searching for the jack. Now, the trunk of that car...I can't even describe..it had everything in there, Pot covers, dresses, laundry detergent, a fricken machade (huge cutlass, aka knife), We decide to just start dumping the junk of the street untill we find the jack. By this time I hella pissed and I have laundry detergent all over my fingers.

After I want to say...a half hour I find the jack. IT. SHOULD. NOT. TAKE. A. HALF HOUR. TO. FIND. A. JACK.

As the stranger changes the tire for us I watch thinking, "we could have easily done that!" but once again, he didn't seem like he minded at all...actually a little amused.

When he finished I repeatedly thanked him and he insists it was no problem. then I ask " Can I have you name, just so I can know"

"Ellis" he replies.

"Well Ellis, your an angel" I say.

He gives me a sideways glance, grins, and if I'm not mistaken looks me up and down, and says "Well sometimes, but not all the time" That's when I definetly decided it's time to get home...before we find out how unangelic this man can be...atleast he was honest.