Driving home after Wobbly Wednesday, the children’s music was playing, acting as a pacifier. We had been in the car for just over an hour and it was late. The children were tired, it was past their bedtime. Thankfully at B-Bug’s they were fed and bathed and already in their PJ’s.
We were almost home; maybe another fifteen minutes and it happened. We got a flat tyre. Thankfully our driver I-Bug was on top of this. Thankfully it happened near a service station. There we were standing on the curb outside the minimart at Petron at 8pm while a flurry of people had come running and were now busy figuring out how to get the tyre off our car.
A characteristic of the Filipino people is their generosity of time, and their willingness to step in and help. I felt so humbled that people just there to fill up with gas were coming over, offering their time to help. We had the offer of headlights to give us the light needed to see under the car. Someone else hailed a taxi roadside so that the children and I could get safely home rather than wait out in the open.
The children thought this was such a great adventure. BB wanted to get under the car with I-Bug, FB just wanted to talk the ear off everyone about anything that came to mind. I just wanted to be home, showered and in my PJ’s.
Soon enough we were.