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I called my brother yesterday. He was currently parked on the side of 94 just outside of Chicago with a flat tire. The flat tire was on the road side of the car. I told him he really, really needed to try to get off the freeway or call a tow because if he goes out to change the tire, he's insane. The conversation went something like this:

E: You're going to die if you go out there. Call for help.
A: No, I'll be fine. It'll cost too much to call for someone.
E: I think you're nuts.
(A gets out of the car - lots of traffic noise)
A: Oh my God. I'm going to die.
(A gets back in car)
A: I have to change my tire. Will you stay on the phone with me, so if I die, you'll know?
E: Okay.

He then proceeded to empty his trunk, lose the key that allows for removal of the lug nuts, jack up the car and then hang up on me. A few minutes later he called back.

A: We're good now. I'm back on the road. I only had to dive out of the way once.
E: Good job. Now get off and find a tire place.
(E looks up tire place near the Schaumberg IKEA and hangs up)

And his update this afternoon described a hit and run incident in Toronto. I wonder if he's now regretting the drive. I expect a full scale blizzard to affect his drive home.

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posted by E @12:19 PM