Friends, friends of friends and emergencies…
L, a friend of Steven's came over for dinner last night. On the way over, her tire blew out—about two miles away from us.
We drove to L's car. The tire was completely shredded! Her spare tire was flat, so we waited for about an hour for the tow truck.
Of course, this being Sunday evening, no tire stores were open. L had her car towed to a tire store near us. Afterwards, we all drove back to our place and had a nice dinner. We put L up in our spare guest room for the night.
Steven left very early in the morning for a flight—around 5am. Around 8am, L & I drove to the tire store where we learnt that it would be mid afternoon before they could replace her tire.
She placed the order and booked the service. I drove her back to our place and gave her a spare key.
This was one of those situations where I had to trust someone way more than I'd like. Steven knows L better than I do, so I let it slide.
I could tell L felt awkward about the whole situation. I'm glad we could help her though. I just don't want to offer help like that very often.