Grabbed diet coke. Yum.
Got in truck. Drove said truck. Said....hrmmmm, mushy. Stopped truck. Got out.
EXPLETIVE!!!!!!!!!!
Flat tire. Not low. FLAT.
Son of a.......
Ok. On a hill. Got out of truck, brought diet coke, sat on deck, sent boss an email--gonna miss the meeting. Then grabbed neighbor lady and we began tire change attempt #1.
Fail.
Obtained pineapple juice.
Grabbed other neighbor and began tire change attempt #2.
Win.
Now to get the friggin' railroad spike out of my tire.
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