Drat, where are the cell phones?? Drat, where is my motor club card? Drat, what else can go wrong?
We went into the restaurant and one of the waitresses offered us a phone book and her cell phone. We were able to call Fates Emergency Services who would be able to be by in about 45 minutes. Perfect, we can eat and then get the tire changed.
It took a bit longer for our knight in red shining armor, to arrive, but happily, he knew exactly what he was doing. He found the spare tire (under the front seats?!? Really?) got it out, changed the tire, replaced the spare tire holder (not that easy!) and got the flat into the trunk. All with a wonderful smile, a few chuckles and flirt or two.
Thanks Fatz, Fates and all the people in the parking lot who offered to help!