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I've told the story before, but I was on a car ride in rural India in the middle of the night when we had a flat tire. At 3:00 in the morning, the driver rolled into a mud hut village and the guy who fixes tires was just hanging out on the side of the road. A whole bunch of people gathered around the car, and the first thing that the tire fixer did was get a bunch of folding chairs. Then everyone sat around in a big circle watching the guy fix the tire. It was one of those times when you say to yourself, "How the heck did I end up here?"
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