Flat tire

Bang! I was startled by the sudden noise. I had a feeling that it came from the back of my car. I kept my car steady while examining views in all three windows. Nothing. The back window was in its place. I still decide to stop the car. I slowly walked around it but there was nothing wrong with it. Not even a scratch. Weird. I was in the middle of the forest with just a few bypassing cars. Where did the bang come from? I got back into the car and after just a few meters I heard a weird repetitive sound like something had stuck around one of the tires. I knew for sure then that I had a flat tire. I pulled over again and got out of the car. This time I could clearly see it and hear it. The air escaping through the coin-sized hole made a very distinctive sound. I opened the boot of my car and took out the safety triangle and place it on the road at a distance what I hoped was correct. Then I took out my spare tire and jack. I had never changed the tire myself but I knew the steps. So there I was with the jack in my hands and totally useless. My jack was clearly broken. I took out my phone only to discover that there was no reception. I felt tears burning my eyes. I stood there helpless and alone. It was cold and I knew that I cannot keep my engine on for too long. A few cars slowed down as they passed by me but they didn't stop to help. If I had been a long-legged blond damsel in a short skirt, I'd be rescued in no time. But I was a short, plump, and crazy-haired brunet therefore I stood on the side of the road and stretched my hand out in humiliation. The fifth car stopped and I was over the moon that it took only twenty minutes. The man got out of the car and I quickly explained the situation. While I was blabbing away he took my jack and with one quick, swift movement turned it into a perfectly normal and functional jack. I was mortified with shame. I must have looked like a total idiot. He didn't laugh at me. I did it myself. He didn't say much just changed the spare tire and said that I had to stop at the nearest gas station and check the pressure. I thanked him. Repeatedly. He brushed it all away in modesty then looked me in the eyes and smiled. We parted and I never saw him again. He now has a funny story to tell his friends, I sure do.