I needed air in my tire so I searched all over High Point looking for an air pump. You know, the one with a handle on it that gave the pounds and free air. There wasn’t one.
Frustrated, I parked beside a weird-looking air pump and crammed two quarters in the slot. The stupid thing didn’t have a “pound” selection. Now what?! Okay, so I guess it’ll cut off when it reaches 50 cents.
Feeling like a martian, I connected the air hose to the tire and waited for the machine to cut off.
My tire was getting really fat! Hurriedly, I stooped down to remove the air hose, then, POW!
So much for 50 cents worth of air! And my hubcap? It’s still zooming and clanging somewhere in the next county!
