Got up and went to lunch with my financial guy for a quarterly thing.
He broke down in tears once during the meeting. I swear I wasn't mean
to him! Anyway, on the way home, after a stop at blockbuster, I drove
through an innocent puddle and popped a tire... you know that dreadful
sound.. flubflubflubflubflubflubflubflub.
I pull over on the
next side street and there's a bent-up pair of pliers sticking right out
of the top of the tire. Who leaves pointy, bent pliers in the street??
It was actually the first time I've ever had a flat tire while driving.
Sometimes I've come out to find a tire gone flat from a slow leak while
parked, but never just a blowout while driving. But, I took driver's ed
when I was 15, so I knew what to do! Kinda.
Anyway, after
getting filthy and completely ruining my manicure, I get the spare on. I
head off down the road to get to the tire place that was just a mile or
so away, but almost as soon as I get started, the spare popped like a
li'l grape. Sigh. So I had to drive back there on a flat tire anyway.
oh well.
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