Sorry I had stop in the middle of my story; but, I was getting tired and the story was only about half over. When we left the story, I had just gotten the Mustang back and was glad to be back in my own car. Don't get me wrong, driving the PT Cruiser was nice, but the color was horrific.
So, I've had the Mustang back for a whole day and go to leave the office for the weekend and get out to my car and what else do I find but a flat tire! I check Google Maps with my mobile phone to see if there is a tire place near the office that I could make it to and, according to the map, there is. I head in that direction to where the tire place is supposed to be (note the emphasis). By this time I'm practically riding on the rim as the remaining air has now left the tire. Well, I go to do what any man would do in this situation: put the spare on so I can get to another tire place (this time, one that I know is actually there). Spare tire: check! Jack: check! Lug wrench: NOPE!!
OK, I know that my boss is still at the office, so I call her to come help me out. She happens to have a lug wrench that will fit my lug nuts so I jack the car up to try to change the tire; but, I can't budge the lug nuts. She calls her husband to find a number for a tow truck and we call that place (now, this is a rainy Friday afternoon: not a good time to call for a tow) and they don't have anyone that can help me and they give me the number to another tow service but this one can't have anyone there for at least 45 minutes (translation: an hour and a half, or more). At this point, my boss now offers to take me to pickup my wife and then take us home and I'll take care of the tire in the morning.
Well, the story's almost over but I'm getting tired again. I'll finish the story tomorrow.
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