I got a flat tire on my drive to work today. I probably should have gotten a new tire months ago because the poor thing just kind of fell apart. I feel very lucky to not have had a blow-out and that I was near my exit and that when I sent a text to my boss to tell him about it he sent back, "I'm on my way."
This was my first flat tire. Can you believe it? Charmed life. In theory I know how to change a tire. But in practice it was a little hard. While I was waiting for help to arrive I got out the spare, found all the tools (the jack was in a SUPER SECRET COMPARTMENT that took me forever to find. Why the mystery, Toyota?), loosened the lug nuts (also, face planted into my car while loosening them because first it was stuck and then it really wasn't and now I have a fat(ter) lip and a scratch on my nose.) So I feel like I was chugging along until I got stumped by the jack. I'd like to think that I would have figured it out but in all honesty I probably would have been still sitting in that parking lot wondering how to get the dumb thing to work.
But helped arrived, the spare was put on (flat. Ugh.) and I made it down to the tire store in one piece. Hooray!
True story, my entire seminary lesson this morning was on having a positive attitude when we have to do hard things. You would not believe how cheery I was to Mohammad, my new tire guy, as I handed over my money. I was the Blue Bird of Happiness with that debit card.
Another true story, I just got a text from Katie saying that she too had a flat today. Sisters, am I right?