Friday night I finished my shift and gave report with lightening speed and was out the door. Walking to the parking garage I kept thinking about all the wonderful things I would be eating for dinner. Shrimp or maybe a huge salad, I was hungry so anything would be great.
I walk up the stairs of the parking garage and open the door to level two and I immediately see my car, but something is not right. My back left tire is low? No, shit I think it is flat! So, I decide to drive it to see if it is just low and think maybe I can drive it to a service station and fill it with air.
I back out of my spot and immediately find out that the tire is flat and I am going to have the pleasure of replacing said tire. I find a nearby spot with lots of room and very well lit and go about the changing process.
Going about my business I had offers of help from two people (I thought that was nice) and one woman strolled over and started chatting. She was very nice, but to be honest I want to hurry about my business and get done.
Finally, she left and I finished my change. Ten minutes total! Pretty cool and would have been faster had I not benn interrupted or could have located the hidden compartment where the jack was stowed earlier.
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