JARRED THE TIRE GUY!

   So it's been like two minutes and you know who pops into my head? Jarred. Jarred from the tire place in Oregon. Poor Jarred. So here's what happened:

    We had just left Kyra's uncle's house and we were like two blocks away. Then suddenly, we run over a glass bottle

  

    And then our tire got a huge gash in it from glass. So that's when we met him. Jarred. The tire guy. Of course Kyra's mom and her boyfriend were pissed that we had run over glass. And then he said, softly, slowly. "I can probably patch up the tire for a twenty dollar fee." We hadn't known that Jarred would make such an impact on our boring lives. But then, in a twist of fate, he says, "The gash is too big. We don't have a plug that big." That is how we met Jarred. Really met him. Understood him. Knew him. And then of course Kyra's mom's boyfriend, Rod, goes off and said. "If I can have a buddy in California and if he can fix the tire. Then I'm going to come back here and not sue (Blank) Tires, but you. Just you, Jarred." We ended up buying a used tire for 113$ dollars. And then Rod started complaining about the fact that he had to write his name, #, and address down for a warranty. Then we gave Jarred the money and left. Rod still complaining about the fact he had to write his name down. Then Jarred was the topic of conversation for like an hour. Just funny things about him. When we got home after a ten hour drive, it was like one in the morning. So the first thing I did was type in the name, "Jarred" on Facebook search bar. Then I just put in that he worked at(Blank) and he lived in Oregon and voila there he was.

What I learned about Jarred after skimming his page:
He Likes Nickelback.
He Likes taking selfies.
He liked the movie Wedding Crashers
He likes taking pictures without his shirt on.

So yeah. Me and Jarred are like this now:



And Jarred, if you read this, please make your Facebook private so people like me don't accidentally trip and fall into your life story.