One night while Mitch and I were making our way towards Donato's, we came across an older looking woman with a flat tire. We pulled over to help, and noticed that a man was already there. We helped him change the tire (you can see it behind Mitch, in all its glory) and then stayed to talk to the guy. He told us he was a firefighter, which was an obvious lie. But still, we took a liking to our friend we dubbed "Jerry Curl" and had our picture taken with him, complete with all of our tools. That bastard has a fucking knife.