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| - So get this: I'm driving to work, and a big wooden pallet falls off of some idiots pickup truck, and smashes on the highway and splinters everywhere, and me and like, 800 other cars drive through it, because you're going 70 miles an hour, so what are you going to do?
Well, 5 minutes later, "LOW PRESSURE" flashes across my dash, because of course I have a piece of wood jammed through one of my tires.
This place is just down the street from where I work, so I stop in, and they tell me they'll take a look at it. I sit on a nice little bench outside while I wait (because it's a nice day, because it's Phoenix, and it's a nice day every day), and like, 40 minutes later, they pull my car up, hand me my keys, and tell me it's fixed and thanks for coming in. No charge or anything.
So moral of the story: Secure the stuff in the back of your truck, and go to Discount Tire because they're awesome, and I'll be buying my tires here in the future.
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