My tire has had a slow leak in it for a WHILE now, because I remember going to the gas station to have it filled a few times when Paul was still in town. I guess this morning it decided to kick the bucket because I was on my way to work and an extremely busy highway when I realized my car wasn’t driving right (I’ve never had a flat while driving before so I didn’t know what to look for).
I immediately pulled over and sure enough, the tire was beyond dead. Being the super independent lady that I am, I bust out my car jack and go to town so that I can get the spare on and get to work. Only problem was, this weakling couldn’t get the bolts unscrewed. What good does it do me to know how to change my tire if I’mnot strong enough to get the flat tire off? Luckily, a very nice man stopped and helped me get them undone. I was back on my way in about 10 minutes so I don’t guess it screwed my day up too bad.
My weekend was good. Met some new man meat which is always nice. Yay!
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