People don’t wake up in the morning thinking about getting flat tires. They definitely don’t expect it to happen when they’re already thinking about being late for work, slipping in the skating rink that is their driveway, or not crashing into the first pedestrian who runs across the street with their phone in their face.This morning that was exactly what happened. I left my house, drove down the street, and immediately knew it was going to be a terrible day. My tired was flat. REALLY flat, not just the “oops, there’s a nail in it” flat. So, I put on the ole donut and headed to Mr. Tire.I’ve visited Mr. Tire before, and I’ve always had a great experience with them. This time was no different. John greeted me the minute I walked in, despite the phone’s constant ringing (which he found a way to answer, every time, with the same upbeat greeting). He had a pleasant attitude, and he had this way of making my day less awful.His interactions with all of his customers were 100% professional and courteous. It actually made me consider applying part time to answer the phones, because he seemed to not be able to walk away from them. He didn’t show even one ounce of annoyance, and that’s impressive.I definitely will recommend this location to my friends and relatives, and I’m sure I’ll be back, because I have the world’s worst luck with cars!