Silas sighed, his pride stinging. "Pick two, Higgins. Just don’t tell the neighbors I’ve gone soft."
Silas looked at the kid's frayed tires—accidents waiting to happen. He grabbed two fresh Michelins off the rack. "Today, Pete, the math is different. You buy one, the second one is on the house. Consider it a 'keep-our-roads-safe' tax." buy 1 get 1 tires
That night, Silas sat on his porch, watching Pete’s car zip safely around a sharp corner. He realized that while he’d given away half his inventory, he’d gained something he couldn't bolt onto a rim: a town that finally drove as smooth as his conscience. Silas sighed, his pride stinging
He went inside, but not before adding a small note to the bottom of the chalkboard: Limited time only. Don't push your luck. He grabbed two fresh Michelins off the rack
The first customer was Mrs. Higgins, who drove a sedan that shook like a wet dog. "Silas, is it true? Two tires for the price of one?"