i went outside to go to work today only to discover that ruby had one of the flattest tires i’d ever seen. of course, now i’m sitting here waiting to be rescued. i don’t have a spare. argh. and even if i did, i don’t have a jack. argh, argh. and even if i did, i wouldn’t know how to change the tire. argh, argh, argh. i am so not good being a damsel in distress. i hate it. i feel guilty for imposing. and worst of all, i can’t get a hold of my brother-in-law/knight with a shining air compressor, mostly because he’s at the hospital bringing my sister and their new son home.
could this suck any more?