“Looks like we got a flat tire,” said Nelson.
“Oh no! It can’t be!” whined Allison, tears in her eyes. “We can’t miss the concert! We only have an hour and forty-three minutes left, and I really have to use the bathroom!” Between Allison’s whining, Nelson’s cursing, and the blaring radio, my head was throbbing. There was no possible way to get to the concert on time.
“Relax, little sis,” said Nelson, sticking a wad of gum in his mouth. “We’ll use my spare tire,”. Allison got out of the car and sat down on the grass, her hair whipping around from the cars speeding by.
“Why me?” she whined as Nelson came around from the back.
“Yeah, about that spare tire….,”.
“NO!” screamed Allison. “This is the worst day of my LIFE !”
“Relax, I have an idea,”.
“And that is?” I said, slamming the car door.
“I’ll get up in the driver’s seat, and you guys push. Okay?” I looked over at Allison and back at Nelson.
“You have to be kidding me, right?”