coolenough2's blog post

Tuesday, there was a call to the newsroom about a car with a flat tire. The guy taking the call yelled out the color, make and model of the car. Interestingly enough, it was the same color, make and model of my car. I was too busy to worry about it, so I waited until I got off work. Two of my co-workers basically watched as I changed my tire to put on the doughnut in my trunk. I did appreciate the moral support, because doing it is bad enough, but doing it alone really sucks. And actually, one of them located the nail in my tire that caused it to go flat.

So the next day, I get the leak plugged. No worries. I put the repaired tire back on the car. But then the tire went flat as I was driving home and I had to put the doughnut back on just to get home. The tire was ruined because I kept driving despite knowing it was going flat. Yeah, bad idea, but it was 1 a.m. and I didn't feel like stopping. I don't live in a bad part of town, exactly, but it's close to bad parts, so I kept going through the shady areas until I got to an all-night drugstore.

The next day, another tire had gone flat. It had a nail in it, too. I ran over a shitload of nails, apparently.

It always happens all at once, doesn't it? Shit happens, as a co-worker so sympathetically told me. But it does kind of beat up on you when it happens, because it keeps happening. And then you're fine for a while again.

I've been smiling through all of it, though, really. Because I can deal with it, and the seeming absurdity of it is really pretty amusing.