On the bus?I had to go change a tire during school
No someone in my class, his moms car blew out a tire like a mile away so they walked there and I stayed black helping my friend with his muffler and we were done and they called and said they needed something so I rode the trike over there and on the way back there wasn’t space for the Jack so I pulled it. Oh yeah and that picture of the Jack and wood and cinder block was because the Jack was broken and wouldn’t reach high enough. I borrowed the cinder block from the school parking lot. the janitor wasn’t too happy but I returned it so it’s fineOn the bus?
It was more like she was driving and the back left tire blew out and she probably said a few words then during school we went and changed it. Then we took it back to class and I said to the kid holy sh*t the wheels look like they have a really bad camber and he said it’s going to the shop but my teacher was like just do it here its free so we lifted it and the whole rear subframe was rusted out, I don’t have pictures but I could fit my hand in one the holes.She was distracted by life's troubles, the bills, the decisions her children were making. She didn't see the pothole. Like a cannon shot the thunderous boom resonated through the structure of the car. Suddenly the precision of the steering was lost and she slammed the brakes. Her youngest child began to cry out, shocked and afraid. She soothed the little girl as she has done for years with her calming voice of assurity. Getting out she surveyed the situation. Just what she needed, the left front tire was destroyed. Always stalwart, never surrendering, her Mid-West backbone stiffened and she declared they were walking. The mission must be fulfilled, no matter the obstacles. Later, a phone call to help might resolve this problem, temporarily.
That's where you came in. Good job.