I gotta say that ever since my mom’s friend Meera was in the car with us, we have two car problems. Could she be cursed, because this afternoon, we had a flat tire in the middle of a LARGE congested street.
On our way to the train station to drop off my mother’s best friend Meera, our family car got a flat tire. Now typically in America we pull over the vehicle to the shoulder and control the problem in a safe location. NOT IN INDIA!! Because all my driver did was stop the car, and started to fix the flat tire, while a horrendous traffic circled us.
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