Writing class exercise, 10 minutes, no revisions, to the prompt “flat tire”.
Any nail or screw in any road will find its way into any one of my car’s tires. Thank God, I have never had a blow-out. But I know well that sinking feeling of coming into the garage in the morning, prepared to rush off somewhere, and seeing my car literally sinking slightly in one direction or another. The tell-tale signs of a slow leak … phphphph … We don’t live far from a Les Schwab place, so I scrap my morning’s plans, drive carefully to the tire shop and … wait … while a repair is made. The guys there are always so cheerful and accommodating, which makes up for my spoiled plans.