Setting. Somewhere along the coast of the Kii Penninsula, Japan. Mid- Autumn, early afternoon. Narrow road. Driver, operating a car on the “wrong” side of what he’s accustomed to, has strong tendency to drift to the left towards perilous drainage ditch. No road shoulders. Passenger and driver both displaying symptoms of anxiety.
“Move over.” she
Move Over! she
Move Over!! she
“What part of Move Over Don’t you understand?” she, shouting now.
“Shut up, Bess.”he (Note: Bess was my mother.) The even tone of his voice told his wife he’d been planning this response.
Half hour later…
Loud Bang!!!! left front tire
Epilogue. Driver knew very well how to change a tire. Passenger, not so much. Problem encountered when trying to figure out where to place the jack under the car. Eventually asked the next driver to pass by for help. New, temporary tire made it possible to return to “city” in opposite direction of day’s destination, in order to purchase full sized tire.