Kind Citizen

It could have been a bigger bummer than it turned out to be. So there I was, outside the lunchbag with my vegetable soup in hand, gawking at my flat tire. Great. I only had a mini panic attack. Until this super nice gentleman jumped out of his jeep and handed me a can of fix-a-flat, and says "make sure to shake it really well, it works good" and I hardly got to thank him before he got in a drove off. Well, it worked, and I made it to the tire shop to get a repair, and my soup was still warm. All thanks to that really nice man. Something like that would only happen here, in Houghton, where nice folks reside:)