This One's A Dud

Not *reaaaalllyyy* a big deal, but definitely annoying and somewhat untimely-- my dad needed my car (which was really his car) for a long road-trip to pick up my grandma from Maryland, so he swapped his for mine (which used to be my grammy's). Less than 90 minutes after I had his, the tire blew. I waited until the morning to do anything about it since it was after 9pm and freezing cold, and AAA came within an hour and a half or so of my calling for assistance. The guy who helped me got the spare tire out of the trunk (it's a '99 Cavalier and the spare is just as old, so I was pleased to see that there was more than a pile of dust and rusty rims in there as I was expecting a geriatric family of moths to fly out when he opened the hatch under the trunk!), put it onto the car and inflated it a bit. I was good to go!

Phew-- no sweat off my back.

Then I drove my grammy-mobile to the tire shop and (also amazing) they were able to patch the tire! As soon as it was all done I drove to my parents' house and traded cars again as by that time my dad was back from his trip.

Easy come, easy go-- and thanks, dad, for swapping cars with me in the first place!