There are some good people in West Hollywood

West Hollywood, my joy, my home, my everything.

I was driving back from Fiesta Hermosa, after a long day of helping out friends with selling 3d books and cards, when suddenly, Mike (my car) started saying my tires didn’t have enough pressure in ‘em.

Freaking out over pulling into a gas station in a place I don’t know - I drove back to my favorite WeHo, to find a station where I can fill up some air.

Being the talented person that I am - I ended up in a station that had medival-style air pump, which means I couldn’t figure it out.

Apparently it was quite noticeable, since the good man working at the station came out to see what I’m trying to do.  The deal was “simple”.  I had to pump air, then a little indicator would pop up saying how much air is in the tire.  I tried.  Couldn’t see a thing.  Mike kept saying it wasn’t happy with the tire pressure.

So the good man took out his glasses, and a lighter, and made the air pressure gizmo work again, while bending down to my tires, pumping up air.

When a costumer walked into the little station, he had to go inside, which is when the gas delivery truck drove in, parking behind me.  The driver told me it’s a matter of thirty minutes or so, to drop off the gas, and that he’d wait for me to finish fixing up the air pressure, so I don’t get stuck.  Since I didn’t know how long it’ll take the good man to give me a hand again, I told the driver to go ahead.  Would feel pretty lousy if I made a man’s job taking any longer than it should have.

Good man came out again, and after another round - Mike was good to go.  I thanked the good man, and tried to offer money for his help, but he wouldn’t hear about that, and went back to the station, smiling.

I tried backing out, figuring there was enough room for my little car to get out, but was hesitant, due to the huge gas truck, parked behind me.

As I stopped to pull forward (figuring move menuveouring was better than hitting a gas truck), the truck driver came out and gave me directions.

2.5 mintues later and I’m home.

Worn out from a long weekend, but glad to see that good people can be found when you least expect them to show.