Flat Tire

I got a flat tire yesterday. I remember hitting something right before it went flat. I think a pot hole, although it could have been a curb or a pedestrian. No way to tell. I thought I could limp to the tire place. It was looking pretty good, but increasingly bad, so I had to stop.

I've never had to change a tire on Neo. He is well over 200,000 miles, so that is pretty darn good. Bless his heart, he feels like he's let me down. No worries, buddy.

Anyway, the tire and the jack were in the back. (After that happy rhyming coincidence I am now tempted to tell my tire story through verse, but I will refrain.) I then made it to the tire place and was told the tire was ruined. They would have another here in three days. They've got eight million tires in their store, but not one my size I guess. They put another replacement on. Now that I think about it, I don't know why, since I already had the spare on there. (I promise, these are just accidents.)

That just added to my already piss poor day. I got some news I didn't like. On a scale of 1 to 10 it was about a 4, so not so bad, but still... I lost something and took me forever to find it. And I am binge watching The Gilmore Girls (no comments please) and Rory has taken up with the creep Jess again. What are you thinking, Rory?

But in the words of Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow is another day". Or something like that. Its pretty close.