The tires on my car have been acting more like water-skiis than tires lately, so I took my lunch hour to go by my favorite tire shop: [tag]Rockside Tire[/tag], just south of Raleigh, NC. I’ve been here to get my tires many times. Each time there is a soft-spoken [tag]Latino[/tag] man that helps me. This guy is always nice, speaks pretty good English and is incredibly fast at changing tires. He doesn’t say much, just changes tires and looks at the floor a lot.
His tire-changing abilities aren’t what fascinate me about him, though. It’s the scar.
He has a jagged [tag]scar[/tag] that runs in a wandering half-moon shape from his left ear, across his throat to his right ear. Most of his jaw line and throat are covered in scar tissue. It’s obvious at some point his throat was cut, not so precisely, from ear to ear. And somehow he survived. It’s also obvious that the wound was not cared for by a professional.
One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him. Maybe.
