Last Friday my boss came out and said that Janet and I could go head out a little early. I took her up on the offer, it being Friday and all and the fact I was slowly feeling more and more like crap. I got in my car and started leaving the parking garage. I noticed the car felt a little funny so I pulled over into a cleared out part of the garage and got out to discover a very flat tire. Trying to make my self not believe what I was seeing by blinking harder, I found myself staring at an ever flat tire. No problem I thought, I have changed them in the past in worse conditions, this will be easy. Opening the trunk I look in to find no spare tire! Seriously...it can only happen to me! Long story short, my brother had to bring my spare tire to me (which was sitting our garage...don't ask because I don't know why it was there either!) and change it for me. My bad luck continued to the following morning to find the spare had gone flat as well...again what are the odds. Still feeling like crap I kind of forgot about going to fix it. Luckily Wal-mart is open on Sunday's and she got fixed. There was more drama involved in my little tale but I will save that for my memoir.
I survived my first snow storm commute this morning! Yeah, those are going to blow! It wasn't too bad and I'm sure I haven't seen nothing yet. Better start saving those vacation days.
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