A bottle of red, a bottle of white…Gee, that sounded like a song lyric, Simon thought as he pulled out of the parking lot of the liquor store. He had driven a couple of miles back in the direction of the town when the steering of his car suddenly went jerky and lopsided. As he slowed and pulled off to the side of the road, he reasoned it was probably a tire problem. He climbed out and walked around the car, leaving the headlights on. Bingo, flat tire on the front passenger side. Well, at least it wasn’t raining, even if it was fairly cold. Simon was wearing a polo shirt and a hoodie. He debated for a moment on the merits of getting his coat out, but decided not to since he was liable to get fairly dirty changing the tire. The down jacket wasn’t as easy to wash.
Simon popped open the trunk
