In a city like Los Angeles, where we rely on our cars — a red warning signal is never something we want to see.
When my “low tires” flashed on, and I’d already checked them once at the fancy Beverly Hills gas station a few weeks ago — I decided to go to Globe Tires and have them checked out more seriously.
Gregory knows us, and he set me down with an offer of a bottle of water to diagnose.
I admired their Christmas card display — every received item is hanging from a tire on the wall.
“I love that!” I exclaimed, probably the only one ever to notice. “But you’ve only got four! That’s kind of sad.”
Gregory didn’t seem upset.
“When I get home, I’ll send you one,” I gushed.
After Gregory figured out that the Beverly Hills gas station had changed all the tire pressures and messed things up — no nails, no problems — he sent me on my way.
I’m following through on my promise, and I hope that I don’t have to go there again to see my card hanging from a tire.