The blonde just kept getting more unruly.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Okay, look.  Do you have any idea how much I paid for these jeans?  Hmmm?  How about this top?"<br/><br/>"A hundred and twenty five bucks."<br/><br/>"Eighty five."<br/><br/>"These nails.  Over fifty."<br/><br/>"And you want me to ruin them changing a tire?"<br/><br/>"Okay, look.. if you can't do it for me, do you have like a friend you can call or something?  I'm new here and don't know anybody."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It was looking bad.  Here was an incredibly attractive woman, a blonde goddess.  Frank wanted to keep her around, maybe get to know her--or more--and she wasn't being helpful.  She didn't want to ruin her clothes, so she was stuck and Frank was stuck with her.<br/><br/>Much like the blonde, he sighed.  "Let me make a call."  Frank didn't have his cell phone on him, so he'd have to go back to the house.  "Hey, you might as well come inside with me.  My phone's in there and it's probably warmer and drier than sitting in your car.  I'm just saying, the offer's there."<br/><br/>Frank limped back inside on his crutches, then hobbled down the hallway toward his cell phone.  There weren't many numbers he could call and hope to get anyone.  His workaholic parents were at work, so they weren't even options.  Same went for the neighbors.  He didn't know any towing services and didn't want to pick anything out for the blonde.<br/><br/>Left with no other choice, he called his best friend, but was forced to leave a message.  "Hey, it's Frank.  I need a favor right now.  There's a hot blonde here and her tire's blown out.  Could you come over and help me change it for her?"<br/><br/>Once Frank hung up, he didn't know if there was anything else he could do.  He sighed again, realizing that everything was out of his hands.