Last Saturday, I found myself in a very jacked up situation. I had promised to pick someone up from work and take them home. I had also promised to take the nephew's girlfriend home that night once I left work. As I left the store Saturday night, I looked at my dashboard and it read "low tire pressure." What the hell? I got out and my back driver side tire was as flat as it could be. I was the only person at the store so I had to change the tire by myself? I texted my co-worker and explained I would be late due to the tire. I did the same thing with the nephew's girlfriend as I frantically fought with the tire. I called a friend and asked could I use her car to drop them off because I did not trust the spare tire on the highway. Minutes later I received text messages saying each of them had found an alternate way home. I was able to get the tire repaired on Sunday. But why me? Why when I try to be a good samaritan does the universe decide to kick me?
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