On the way back from a 6:15 AM mass across town, the motorcycle taxi I was riding had a flat tire. We were right in front of this “gas station” so my driver asked the guy to fix the flat but he said he was too busy doing whatever he’s doing above.
He did fill the flat rear tire with air to see if the leak could be located, but that didn’t help and my driver went down the street and found another motorcycle taxi to take me the rest of the way home while he searched for a place to repair the tire.
