Sid pouted as he got up suddenly.
After a moment of sitting in the room alone to throw a mini-tantrum, she headed outside.
"God damn it," Sid said as she gazed at the tire. The driver laughed nervously.
"A'right..." the driver said, taking out some really cheapish cellphone, "I'ma hafta call up someone to help fix dis..."
"Shouldn't you know how to-?" Mike started.
"SHHH!" The driver, Malcolm said, "I knows what I's be doin'!" He called someone up then... "Okay, yall we'z gonna hafta camp out for a day or so, till we can git this fixed." With that he fetched some tents.
Sid groaned, "I hate camping. Well, actually I've never been camping. But I'm pretty sure I'd hate it D:<"