A story

At 7:45 am today, I noticed by car was driving strange as I got about four blocks away from my apartment, but my mind was more focused on my internship. At a stoplight, a woman honked her horn and told me my left tire was flat. I pulled off the road, and put on the spare. I drove another half a block and it still wasn't driving right, so I looked out my window and the SPARE was flat. I ended up walking to where I intern, and one of the teachers volunteered to take me after lunch to try and pump it up with a portable air compressor she has. It wasn't helping, so she called her husband, who promptly came. He spent about an hour and a half with me, and we ended up at a gas station where we bought some temporary puncture plugger-goo. That finally sealed up the spare, so I drove to a tire place, was told that they didn't have a replacement tire (I needed a new tire because I drove on the old one when it was flat), and went to Discount Tire. Apparently Sven is a rare size of tire, and the guy at DT called the other city DT store and found the only tire in Sven's size available in the whole STATE.

I had a coupon for a free Chipotle so I went and used it. The end.