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Dreadful crisis here today. Bill had a big presentation at school for which he had bought a suit (!) first-price, too, not secondhand, *and* alterations from Anh’s tailor shop. So as I was driving out with my six campers/workers, Pat says, “There’s a flat tire on the new car.” “Huh?” “The Avalon has a flat tire.” Well, FReep, back we go, and sure enough, a flat.
So I went in the house and said, “Bill, you have a flat tire.” “Why is it flat?” the clever youth responds. “What difference does it make?” So we called DP, and he was able to come back and take Bill to school, and bring him back, and take him to work, and get the flat fixed, and get supper underway. (I was planning leftovers.)
Good thing the little boys were alert.