
He was busy, and couldn't come for awhile. I waited for a a few minutes, then I realized I had a solution right in front of me. I called him back and said "never mind." Why did I need an air compressor to do this job? I decided I was being a wuss. And a wasteful one, at that.
My car was on the street with a flat tire at the time. I brought the bike pump out and started pumping up the flat. Andrea was so embarassed at me that she ran inside. (It takes a long time to pump up a flat, and some of the neighbors were outside. I didn't care.)
I never borrowed the air compressor, nor did I buy one of my own. And why should I have? Using a bike pump may take longer, but it's better excersie, and more rewarding. And it doesn't overheat, make loud annoying noises, or break down.
Simplicity at its best.
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