Farmer H has a flat tire. Not a spare tire. Everybody knows THAT. But now he has a flat tire on his precious Gator. Uh huh. He sprung it on me over my birthday dinner, which was today and not on my actual birthday.
"I have a flat tire on the Gator."
"Huh. I guess you'll have to keep putting air in it."
"I need a new tire."
"I don't know why. When I had a flat tire on T-Hoe, I had to stop every week for The Pony to put air in it."
"But his one goes all the way flat."
"Mine would have, too, if The Pony didn't put air in it for me."
"I'm going to run by Tractor Supply on the way home to see if they have one."
"Shouldn't you wait six months? That's what I did when I had a tire going flat."
"I need a tire. I've been airing it up every day with my compressor."
"Which is more convenient than stopping by a convenience store if they don't have somebody blocking the air hose, and having your son jump out no matter what the weather, and put in six pounds of air to last you three days."
"I'm getting a tire."
Even Steven and Karma are quite a duo. Tractor Supply was fresh out of Gator tires.