"You Little One Broke, Too!"

I had a knock on my door at 7:00 a.m. One of my neighbors noticed that my right rear tire was flat. I thanked her for letting me know and went back to bed.

I got out of bed about forty-five minutes later, and went downstairs. Dammit, she was right. So, I changed the flat and put on the little donut spare tire. Yes, I know how to change a flat tire. Fags need to know how to do this, too. If you don't know how to change a flat on your car, then go get a lesson.

But I digress....I get to work and all is well until about 5:00. One of the Asian girls who works in the back came running up to me and said in broken English, "You little one broke, too!" I didn't understand what the hell she was talking about until a different Asian girl who works in the back came up and said (also in broken English, "We take trash outside. Outside by car. Little tire gone, too."

Then I understood. Not only did I have a flat tire, but I had a flat spare tire.

Shit.

I called around, and the only place that would be open by the time I got off of work (at my job one does not leave early) was about three miles away. I prayed like hell and drove to the closest gas station and filled up the spare. I could hear a hissing sound, but again I prayed and got back on the roads.

It took forever to get to the tire place because I was taking side roads and trying to stay away from traffic incase the spare tire exploded or some random shit. The prayers worked and I made it there in one place.

Two and a half hours later, and a hundred dollars out of my wallet, I drove away with a brand new back tire and a fixed spare tire. (It had something to do with the valve...or something near the valve...which they fixed).