We watched Anna and Sara drive their car over an island and pop a tire on their way to the kebab place.
A couple guys ran over to help but Lu and I stood back.
"You think they popped two tires?" asked Lu.
"Definitely," I said.
We watched for a while. Then I said, “I’m getting hungry. “
We walked over. As we got there one guy was bouncing the spare tire down the street while the other was trying to unbolt the busted one.
"Take a picture if you want," Lu laughed.
Then the police arrived. Everyone pretended as if the girls weren’t drunk and that we were all there to change a flat tire. The police joked a bit — I’m told — but began asking about drivers and for IDs. Lu gave her’s and explained I was Canadian and didn’t have one.
"Problemo," said the police officer.
He said this a few times.
Lu launched into a flurry of Italian and after a few minutes turned around and mouthed, “Walk.”
I turned and began meandering between the milling people. Behind me a police car rolled up and two more got got out.