I went to the same opshop today (got a workshirt & a tennis racquet for the bub if your interested).
Again just before Chrissy last year. Stinking hot day - I'm talking nearly 40C.
The missus, bairn and I have just stepped out of one of our local opshops arms laden. We're parked on the verge and as we approach the missus car a woman comes from around the corner crying and tells me her car has a flat and asks if I can help her. "Bugger" I think - the missus car so only limited tools and no trolley jack (which I have in my ute)!
So after placating her and making sure her sprog in the car is ok I proceed with jacking her car up using her jack and a screwdriver - we couldn't find the jack handle, I changed over to the spare to find the wheel-nuts didn't fit properly. Not having any spares (I really have to tool up the missus car!) I tightened them up tighter than a rattle-gun could and asked her to do a few laps of the carpark to ensure the nuts wouldn't come loose.
Turns out her ex (who worked at a tyre place no less!) refused to come out to help her. Knowing full well that his son was in the car and that he worked about 5-10 min. away.
Her wheel was on tight (no euphemism) and I told her to go to a tyre place asap to get the correct nuts fitted (let alone getting the spare changed over) and saw her on her way. I hope she did. I also think it would be nice if her ex pulled his fucking finger out.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 16 Feb 2012, 6:27, 2 replies)

You should given her a lift home...
...in the back of your ute.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 16 Feb 2012, 14:25, closed)

Ohh
you!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 16 Feb 2012, 18:11, closed)