[Noah930]

Here's my tale, um, of not helping a stranded motorist.

Couple weeks ago I was crossing the street in front of my office around 6 pm. I heard a distinctive flop-flop-flop. Some Mercedes E-class had a completely flat right front, with the blonde driver obliviously forging along at 30 mph. Before I could even get to the curb at the side of the road to flag her down, away she went. That's not going to end well, I thought.

So I crossed the street, got my car out of the parking garage, and started home. About 0.8 miles down the road, I saw a tire carcass in the #3 lane (closest to the curb). And 10 feet further was her car, stopped with its flashers on, rim on pavement. She was already on the phone. Or maybe she never got off. So I figured that was now her hubby's problem, and just shook my head as I navigated around her.