So I pull out is spare, but he doesn't have any tools, so I go get mine and proceed to change his flat. Well as I am changing his tire, I realize some dumb shit crossthreaded a lug nut with an impact wrench, and as I am fighting to get it off my cell phone keeps falling out of its holster. So I lay it down inside the back of his mini-van and get back to fighting the lug nut. As I am doing this the conversation was great, he enlisted during WWII and retired in the 60's, and had just recently had triple by-pass surgery. The guy reminded me of my grandfather. Finally I get it off, and put on his spare. He thanks me gratefully and offers to pay me, I told thanks for his service, but no thanks to the offer of payment. I had a handfull of tools, and told him I would be back to get my phone, and to give me a few minutes.
Here is were the funny part kicks in, after putting my tools up in the truck box, I go back to get my phone and he's gone! Driving right on up the shoulder to pull on the interstae. I was like son of bitch, there goes my work phone. So I wave at him to get his attention, and he just stuck his arm out the window and waved back, as to says thanks. Oh well, shit happens I guess.
