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It had to be Tesco 12/1/2007 6:27:56 AM
As B promised we went back to Tesco to look at the artists' stuff. First we did our shopping in the local supermarket. B insists they are cheaper than anywhere else.
After that we went home to collect the dog. The dog goes most places with us except shopping of course.
B said he would walk the dog around the perimeter of Tesco, the place he hates the most while I went in and looked at stuff.
All morning he had been complaining that the steering wheel of the car was acting up - but it did nothing to check it.
When I had had enough of Tesco I loaded up from my trolly. B kindly said he would take it back for me. On his return to the car he spotted it.
A flat tyre. A really flat one.
I admit I was concerned for him. B is in his early seventies and years ago suffered a stroke which makes it difficult to walk far. I wanted to phone for assistance but no - B was a motor mechanic and he said he would tackle it - pride I suppose.
A passerby, an older man, offer assistance. B said thanks but no thanks. Now I have no patience with pride.
When a second man, also elderly stopped to offer help I jumped out of the car.
I said. "Yes, please. We could do with some help."
So B had to accept it.
The spare tyre turned out to be illegal but B and our new friend fitted it for the time being. We gave our sincere thanks to the Samaritan.
Next stop was a tyre fitting place not a stone's throw away from Tesco. The old tyre proved to be useless and B had to buy a new one. £17 plus VAT. Not bad I think.
B ranted about Tesco all the way home. According to him the flat was all Tesco's fault. Never mind he hadn't check when he suspected something was wrong. Never mind that we had been elsewhere riding on a wonky tyre.
"This does it!' B raved. "I'm never coming back to Tesco again. Never!"
I keep my mouth shut. We'll see.
