I have an observation this afternoon so I pulled into the high school parking lot and ran over a soda can in the parking space. No big deal. It went "crunch."
Came back to the car after the observation and guess what? My tire was flat. Called Dan and he said, "You always pride yourself on doing masculine things. You can take care of this, it's not that hard." So I dragged out the spare tire and the tools and jacked up the car, had to jump on the lug wrench to get the lug nuts to budge, and successfully put on the little spare.
OK, now I have a little spare on my car and I need to be at another school at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Do I take Squirt's car and make him take the bus? I think so. It's just not safe driving around without a spare, with this little puny tire on. Meanwhile, we examined the flat tire when I got home and we found a nail and a staple and a piece of metal (not aluminum) stuck in the tire. So perhaps it was a slow leak brought to my attention because I was concerned about that soda can. Better to change a tire in a parking lot during the daytime than by the side of the road at night!
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