Tramping home from the train station I came round the corner and saw one of my neighbours, propped up with a walking stick, using a foot-pump to re-inflate one of his car tyres.
The stick was the more unexpected sight. Turns out he'd recently had a cartilage operation. I took a few minutes at the foot-pump (must have made some difference) while we casually swapped news.
Could it be that cars offer more for neighbourhood relations when they malfunction than when they run smoothly? I understand it's a slow puncture, so with careful management it could provide numerous valued encounters over the years.
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