Flat tire in an unfamiliar neighborhood

"Oh nooooo!" you cry as you get out of your car to investigate the damage to the car's front left tire. "A flat..."

Knowing full well that you don't have a spare tire available, you stand passive, and clueless as to what to do. So, you scan around, mentally notating how the surrounding suburban houses seem to loom over your head like giant creatures, though they are silent and gravely.

'At least this doesn't look like a dangerous neighborhood,' you tell yourself; if only to ease your own insecurities.

Down the street you see a car approaching. 'Maybe I can ask for help? They might have a cellphone, or perhaps they can drive me somewhere that has one?'

You turn toward the nearest house. 'Or, maybe I should just go up to one of these houses and ask if I can use the phone?'

Maybe there are other options? 'Oh I just can't decide! What should I do???'