In which I arrive at work with a flat tire and have to ask one of the few men in the office to help me out with it, because not only have I never learned how to change a tire, I’ve never even WATCHED someone do it. And also I look cute today.
When teaching me to drive, my parents said I should just call them if I have a flat tire. I only flashed back to that memory today.
Note: I do have roadside assistance but they take approximately 7 hours to show up, and I would really like to pop that spare on so I can go to the tire shop at lunch.