The Broken- Up Car

This afternoon, my family was driving into a parking garage, to buy some groceries. Right as we were going in my mom hit the curb  (spelled kerb here, by the way) and popped what I thought was ONE tire. We drove all the way into a parking spot next to the exit, and took a look at the damage. There was not only one tire that was flat, but TWO. As you can imagine, we only had one spare tire, so we called roadside assistance, which sent us a guy that would blow up our tires. He came over like half an hour later (after we had bought groceries and that my mom spent waiting in the parking lot), just to give us the news that our tires had holes in them. The guy called a tow truck (which came 45 minutes later) that took like ten minutes to load the car on. By then my sisters and I had eaten a whole bag of individual bags of potato chips, but were still hungry. But the waiting had not stopped. We had to call a special taxi (because there are five of us and can't fit in a normal taxi with the driver), which took longer than a normal taxi because there are less of them. Another 15 minutes. In all, we were in that parking lot for about two hours. And we just FINALLY had dinner. Vocabulary: Trolley, as in cart. Thongs, as in flip-flops. Ring instead of call.