One of those days…
April 20, 2011
Nothing like getting a flat tire at a squadron coffee 25 miles from home… and then the husband of the wife hosting the coffee offers to fill the tire with air, and realizes that there is some sort of bolt puncturing the tire. At which point, he digs out the spare from the trunk, switches the tires, and sends you on your way… only to realize that you have 10 miles worth of gas left in the tank… and gas is $4.43 a gallon… and you’re 25 miles from home… with the commander’s wife in your car.
Yep. That about sums it up.
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oh dear! that sounds horrifying. i hope that everything worked out and that you were able to sleep that day away!