I saw a late caturday pic posted in my stream just now. I suddenly thought: "did I miss flaturday?"
When I was a rookie cop, walking the beat in Waikiki, I came across a woman who needed her tire changed. I obliged her. In the end, I got my hands dirty, was sweaty and hot because I was in full uniform. In those days, I carried a flashlight, a blackjack, a load of 12 extra ammo, cuffs, mace, and 2 tag books in my back pockets, one for parking and one for moving tickets. Not to mention my revolver, a 4" S&W. I was pretty loaded down. Plus, I had to wear my hat. I think I took it off.
I did that only once because I was a dumb rookie. After that, whenever I came across a woman needing a tire change, I offered to call a tow wagon, or have dispatch call someone they knew to help (this was in 1978, before cell-phones.) Because I told people that I hurt my back and could not carry a tire out of the trunk. I also offered to tell them how to change a tire, which no one ever took up.
Once, I answered a call for assistance from a beat parter, who was a female officer. When I arrived with another beat partner, a male officer, she said she needed help in changing a tire for a woman. We were on the freeway. Cars were whizzing by. The flat was on the driver's side. Worse, the driver said she didn't have a jack or tire iron. The other officer and I said that we did not have a tire iron that fit the lugs on the car. We tried. The female officer dug around in her trunk and came up with a fancy new cross-shaped chrome tire iron that spun on the axis. It would fit any lug nut on any car, she said. Her family owned a supermarket chain and so she had access to stuff like that. It was a Dodge or Plymouth, I forget which. We couldn't get the lugs off, using both our combined strength, we tugged mightily on the tire iron, breaking it. The nice tire iron was broken. What we didn't know was that for the particular model of car, it wasn't righty-tighty and lefty-loosey. It was the other way around. We ended up calling a tow wagon for the motorist and arguing with one another because we should've tried it the other way before breaking it. But hell, the female officer had money and could replace the tire iron without losing $. Next time, she'd think twice before asking us to change a tire for someone.