There are a few things that every woman should know how to do. Changing a flat tire should be one of them. I had never changed one myself until a few days ago, call me lame or whatever, but I had never been put in a situation where I needed to. Well my friends, all that has changed.
My experience went like this: So, I'm driving home from work, exhausted and excited get the H out of the office. I am pretty sure I was rockin out to Maino, All the Above or something like that when all of the sudden. . .BAM_WHACK_THUD_THUD_THUD. . .my back right tire was totally flat. Somehow, and I am not kidding I don't even know how because I was too busy peeing my pants, I pulled off to the side of the road to check out the damage. Yup, flat tire for sure! So I call Zach and he says he is busy with appointments and would come as soon as he got done, but that meant I would have to sit and wait in the HOT car for who knows how long. Being the ‘outdoorsy’ girl that I think I am, I was convinced that I could do it myself. Well I did it, I changed my flat tire all by myself and I am pretty proud of my accomplishment. Zach arrived just in time to watch me put the flat in the trunk. I think he was a little shocked that I decided to do it myself, the look on his face when he pulled up was priceless. . . looking a bit confused but delighted that he didn’t have to get his hands dirty.
The piece of Metal that caused all the trouble. How I ran over this is beside me.
