Late

I was late for work today, but I had a good excuse--that is, a good excuse beyond the normal excuse of leaving late. While walking I glanced over and saw a couple of men trying to roll a Jeep up a slight grade. So I dropped my backpack and lent a shoulder.

Turns out, the Jeep needed to be moved to the other side of the street, and was not merely parked on a slight uphill grade, but also had one completely flat tire and two tires that were low. But Jerrol, Jerry (yes, real names), and I got the deed done, and I continued on my way. Just a bit more late than usual.

Jerrol, the Jeep owner, I learned, is the brother of my seminary-student-neighbor who lives two houses down. It's a good thing to walk to work.