Typical. Just Typical.

I woke up this morning and realized I left my cell phone in my car, only when I went out to go get it, I saw that my rear tire was flat. Great. Just great. I was wondering what that pop was while I was driving home from work late last night. Yeah, Sherlock Holmes solves another mystery. I heard a dull, faint pop in the background as I was driving, but nothing felt weird about it. Until I saw the effect this morning. Meh. But that's not the focus of this little anecdote.

So I get that little donut on the rear axel (or whatever the heck that thing is- I'm a nurse, not an auto mechanic) and drive to the nearest tire center to get the flat fixed. I pull up to the first bay and this guy's directing me where to go. I'm thinking, "I have no idea what I'm doing." But in the back of my mind, I'm also thinking, "Hey, this guy's not so bad on the eyes..." I don't know. I was having a weird moment. You know, just watching what he was doing, but subtle enough where he doesn't think I'm some weird psycho. Apparently, I drove over a screw or a nail last night that punctured the tire and caused the pop. That's what he said anyway. And then he hocked a loogie off to the side. He did that several times. Talk about ruining the image I had of him. Typical. Just typical. And then I carefully watch my step as I go inside to pay the $10....