the flat tire

you get out of your truck,
hearing the tap tap tap
of a nail in your tire.
you see the silver head
gleaming in the sunlight
which makes you say
a word that rhymes
with truck. you
get a pair of pliers
out. you pull the nail
halfway and hear the air
sssssing out. you push
it back in and call triple
A. you've been giving
them two hundred dollars
a year for thirty years
which amounts to
six thousand dollars.
when they show up
the man says that they
don't cover tires with the
nail half out and the tire
not flat, but we'll fix
it for thirty dollars.
he just had his wisdom
teeth pulled and his
beared face is swollen
on both sides. he's a
very large chipmunk
in greasy overalls.
drooling and almost
incoherent
he askes his assistant,
a kid in flip flops to pull
the nail and plug
the hole so that he doesn't
rip out his stitches.
the kid pulls the nail
and plugs it in about
one minute. you give
him thirty dollars.
everyone is happy.
you go in to take a nap.