katydid80

I had to drive to Woodstock today (yes... Woodstock, WTF?) to let a home inspector and clients into a property. It took like 45 minutes to get there, but it was a nice day, so I didn't really mind. I found the house, parked and got out of my car to hear a loud hissing noise... that's right, a flat tire. I checked it out and there was a big piece of twisted metal sticking out of the tread. I had a few hours to kill waiting for the home inspection, so I called AAA, rather than changing it myself and getting my work clothes all dirty. Three hours and multiple phone calls later, they showed up and changed the tire. Thankfully I was able to get it plugged at Merchant's Tire, after another hour or so of waiting. What a day.