Some Native American Ghost Is Laughing

[nwhiker]

Dh and I were lying in bed, planning out the day and the weekend. It was about 7:45AM and we heard Perry, who'd been out rowing in Seattle, pull up.

Then he called in from the window above the bed. Conversation went about as this:

Perry: Papa, the Prius tire is leaking, there is a rock in it.

Papa: It's not a rock. Rocks can't pierce steel belted tires. (Note: there were perhaps some curse words in there too.)

Perry: No, really, it's a rock. The tire is hissing.

While dh was getting up, I hopped out of bed -I'd been up for a while reading- and went out. Pretty easy to figure out which tire is was, the hissing was quite loud. I could see something protruding from the tire.

It sure as hell looked like a rock to me.

Perry and I went inside as dh was ready to head outside. We both insisted it was a rock. Dh was skeptical.

I made my tea and waited for the verdict.

Dh came in and wrote a long series of numbers and letters on a sheet of paper. Aha. We'd need new tires.

Then he said: "Some Native American is laughing in their grave!"

He handed me the rock.

It's a small arrowhead. Or at least a partially knapped piece of rock. And it went effing straight through our steel belted tire. I'm 90% sure it's knapped and dh and Perry agree.