Last big icestorm we had here, my partner and I were on a LDT 3 hours north of home. We hit a little patch of ice 50 feet from the entrance of the hospital we were going to and bumped the R passenger tire against the curb, putting a hole in it. So we finish up inside the hospital and come back out to wait for the tire guy our Sup. insisted on sending to change the tire. We're there about 15 minutes when this helpful soul frantically runs up to the drivers side window and starts banging on the window. I roll the window down thinking something is seriously wrong... she proceeds to give me this panicky look, starts jumping up and down, pointing at the passenger side of the truck, and says: "YOU HAVE A FLAT TIRE!!! IT'S OVER THERE!!! IT'S MAKING YOUR AMBULANCE LEAN OVER!!!"
I look at my partner like 'Is this seriously happening?'... and he smiles sweetly and says: "So THAT'S why you're taller than me sitting down!"
Such a smartass... I'm 4'8".
THANK YOU CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!