The awkward thing that happened last night. . .

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I enjoy cycling, so I ride 18 km to my friend’s house almost every day; last night was no exception, with another 18 km ride. . . Unfortunately, at around 6:10 p.m., there was the fourth tire puncture in two weeks – the front tire was punctured. There were no repair shops nearby, which was quite awkward; so I pushed the bike forward, asking for help along the way. . After walking for about 20 minutes, we finally found a mechanic. It was already dark and it was hardly possible to see anything; even after removing the inner tube, we couldn’t locate the leak. The mechanic became impatient, so we gave up. . I decided to take a taxi home, and so I had a great conversation with three taxi drivers; it went something like this: “Sir, can you drive this car?” ” “There are gas cylinders in the trunk; there’s no space for them. . . Oh, what’s wrong with your car?” “The front tire is punctured. . ” “Find a place to get it repaired; there’s a repair shop right ahead – go there quickly. I just came from there; it’s too dark to carry out repairs. . ” “That’s quite detailed on your part; it must be pretty fast to ride, right?” “It is indeed fast. . . ” “Look at these tires of mine; they’re vacuum tires without inner tubes, so even if they get punctured, you can keep driving without having to remove them. . Use this kind next time too. . ” “Master, are we going or not? . ” “You can’t fit your car in there. . . Uh, it’s different from other cars – its tires are too thin. . . Let me tell you. . . . Bla bla bla. . . ” “No. . Master. . Are you going or not? . ” “I’m not leaving. . ” If I say I’m not leaving, what’s the point of talking? . . Then, sadly, it took about 2 hours to walk home. . I also stopped by Wumart in between and bought a lot of snacks to comfort my wounded heart. . .