My Flat Tire

My tire went flat last Sunday afternoon. I was worried, but when I filled it up, it stayed so I let it go. Then, the next afternoon it was flat again, which I didn’t realize until I had to go to work. So we filled it up with my grandpa’s air pressure thing-a-ma-bob-ber, went to work and after it was still fine, but it was too late to fix it any where. Now, don’t ask me why, it’s most likely my personality and my procrastinating nature, but this went on for a couple days. Filling the tire, going to work, driving for a while, filling it again, repeat. Well, Wednesday, today, I finally took my car to a little shop by my school. It was fun. The mechanic was sweet and when he saw my Spanish school books in the back seat, he asked me about my classes and then started conversing with me in español, (that means Spanish in Spanish.) So, he checked my tire to see what had caused the air leak, and you’d think it would have been some crazy sharp nail or something, but no, take a look…






The dullest, fattest screw I’ve ever seen in my whole life! It looks like it had a battle with my tire too. It’s become flattened and jagged and bent at the top, yet somehow it made it into my tire. Who was the victor might you ask? Well, not sure exactly, but it wasn’t the girl with the flat tire.