By Dottie Dewberry For the WPT
If you have to have a flat tire, I recommend that you have it in front of Tuesday Morning in Starkville.
Not that I chose to have a flat tire, but Aug. 25, after seven or eight hours of gallivanting from one antique shop to another in three different counties, I found myself with a flat tire in front of Tuesday Morning. Sigh! What next?
I had just purchased some beautiful silk flowers for the sanctuary at the church and after loading up everything and hopping (yeah, right.) into the driver’s seat, as I was looking back I realized the car stopped behind me was motioning me that I had something wrong. After lowering the window, loud and clear, I was enlightened that I had a flat tire.
Now, since I am a dairy farmer’s daughter and have changed many flats on our poor old vehicles, I should know how to do this. Right? Wrong!! By time we (my friend Karon was with me) got the tire and the poor excuse of a jack and lug wrench out of the trunk, we began to attract attention. Both of us were on our cell phones calling anybody and everybody that we could coerce into coming to help.
Since my brother-in-law Wiley Moree and my sister Doris live within a mile of where we were, I called them first. I told Wiley to bring everything he had, which meant jack, lug wrench and air compressor. Little did I know that it was going to take more than that?
As we stood around looking perplexed, a nice young woman came over and offered her help. She was trying to separate the lug wrench from the jack itself. She finally got it separated, when another nice lady came over and asked if we needed help. By this time, I felt that we really did need help.
She said that she couldn’t help, but she had a husband that could. Soon he was with the group, plus he had his son in tow. Well, the part of the lug wrench had to be straightened out into the one handle shape of a lug wrench was tough and he had a broken thumb and we needed someone that could do that.
The next thing I know a family stopped and offered their help; the man got out and straightened out the wrench, which would not turn any of the lugs, so he got out his lug wrench, which would not work either.
He then offered to go down the street to get one at his house. About that time, Wiley and Doris Moree showed up with a trunk full of stuff. None of his lug wrenches would work either. The lug covers had been stripped. What next? Big sigh!
About the time we were trying to figure out what to do next, this big dude stopped in his collector’s antique car and offered his help. He opened the backend of his car, and there was a treasure trove of tools for changing tires and fixing flats.
Yes, there is a God and he does take care of his children. Pretty soon, he devised a tool: a pair of vice grips, a chisel and a hammer, and got the cover off the lug so maybe one of the four or five lug wrenches would fit it. He had a commercial-grade jack and with one hand had the car up in the air and soon he had the tire off. Amazing!
As he and Wiley were talking, he asked Wiley if he used to work at Otasco, which he had back 25 years ago. The guy said he remembered Wiley from when he and his grandmother used to trade at Otasco. Small world? Always be nice to people, you never know when you will meet them again.
Next decision, take it to have it fixed; where do you do this on Saturday afternoon after 5 o’clock? The last man said, “No problem.” He had a tire plug kit and in less than two or three minutes he had that sucker plugged. Yea! He even told me where I could buy me a real jack and lug wrench.
Wiley aired the tire up with his little compressor, after stopping once to go into Tuesday Morning to use some of their electricity to re-pressurize the tank.
After thanking everyone profusely, we made our way on down the highway to Doris and Wiley’s house to check the air one more time before we got out on the four-lane to head home to Maben and Sturgis.
Good Samaritans are still out there; we met up with a whole dozen of them Aug. 25 in front of Tuesday Morning. God is Good.
I hope all of those people who helped us will happen to read this and know how much I appreciated their help. Thank You!