A Flat Tire

Friday was a rather rough day. I was working, driving a customer around who had autism. My tire, which was a little bit on the flat side before, got very flat. I went to the gas station to fill it up with air. It seemed okay, but for some reason, once I started driving, it ran out of air again. At about 2 miles per hour, my car dragged its way back to a gas station. My customer was rather agitated and was anxious to get home. So I called a cab and paid for his departure. It was freezing cold, below 20 degrees. And I forgot my jacket. I called my dad for help, and he came to the rescue. Before he got here, I had jacked up the car, but when I tried to unscrew the tire off, the tire kept moving. Apparently, I was supposed to do that before I jacked up the car. My dad helped me change the tire, and fortunately brought my jacket and a winter hat. It took me the rest of the evening to thaw out.