A very flat tire.
I noticed it right when I opened the door to the garage while rushing out to work. I was in denial. I closed the door and opened it again thinking it would magically be gone.
Justin was already gone for the day. So what's a girl to do? Pull out the jack and get started. Luckily, my husband and father and brothers have made sure I know how to take care of myself in such a situation.
I took this picture half-way through jacking up the car.
And while I have a full knowledge of how to change a tire, having the strength to loosen the lug nuts is an entire matter altogether. I pushed and pulled as hard as my 115 lb (okay, 120 lb) frame would allow. I stood on the wrench and jumped on it with my full weight.
All the neighborhood men were at work. I wasn't sure what I was going to do.
But today was Wednesday. Garbage day. And our lovely sanitation worker Toby saw me struggling in my driveway and without saying a word, he hopped out of his truck and finished taking my tire off and putting the donut on.
Crazy way to start a day.
All I can say is that Toby is the answer to a prayer. The City of Shelley is getting a phone call tomorrow about him.