It's nice to know that with all the technology around, and all the crashing of PCs and Servers, all of internet service failure, network congestion, etc., you can always trust a flat tire to bring you back to reality.
I drove into my drive way, and there was a strange sound coming from somewhere I didn't quite place. As I opened the door, the load hissing sound was no longer unmistakable. I had a flat. I don't exactly know how it happened. Normally, I get flats because there is still construction all around me, so there it always the odd nail or piece of metal that jams itself into the rubber. This time, the valve itself torn at the base, and all the air came rushing out.
But there is nothing like changing a tire, a little manual labor, to bring some sense into things. I wish everything could be as easily replaced as a tire. A little back-work, and you're done.
I wish everyday my puzzles would not be more difficult than figuring out which way the Jack goes (because every car has to have its own special king of Jack; a standard would be unthinkable!) So I have grease under my fingernails, and cuts and little bruises over my arms, but it made me forget my day, that's for sure!
I should have a weekly self-initiated tire change. I seem happy about it, for some reason, where I should be cursing and kicking.
On second thought, maybe I'll just leave the tires be.
Oooh! Pizza's done!
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