Chapter 1: On leaving the Tim Horton’s (Hebert) store with my order, on Sunday, Sept. 6, I was horrified to discover that my car had a flat tire. Of course, I panicked. Not only that, when I went into my purse to find my phone to contact AMA, and my son who lives in the area, I realized that it was still perched on its charger back home. Double woe is me!
As I was struggling to empty the trunk of all the necessities such as folding shopping cart, folding lawn chair, yoga mat, sleeping bag, etc., etc., a gentleman approached and said, “I see you have a flat. Can I help you?” An angel from heaven! Long story short. He found a “thingy” at the bottom of the trunk to inflate the tire. Sadly, it didn’t work too well. So he kindly returned with his own (which I now have been told is a compressor). The tire was temporarily inflated enough for me to get to my son’s place. Fortunately, he works for a tire company. A new tire has now been installed. Yay! Happy ending. Thank you to my hero who, I believe, is Kelly. When his lady came out with their coffee and watched the unfolding events, she commented that the tire also had his name.
Chapter 2: Later that afternoon my son asked me, “Mum, did you know you have two compressors in your trunk?” To be honest, I hadn’t been aware that I had even one. Oh, no!!!
The reason for this letter is to try to find my hero and let him know that in order to return the compressor I have left it at Tim Horton’s where all this took place. They kindly agreed to help in this way. Bravo, Tim’s!
To be continued ...
PS: In my defence, I feel I should explain that I am an arthritic female senior. Did you guess?
Irene Walker, St. Albert
