Blown tires and blown opportunities for rest...

Ever meet anyone who has the knack of having car issues? Does said person have your cellphone number on speed-dial too?

After a hellish travel day over the weekend, I wanted to come home and have a quiet evening in front of the idiot box.

Those plans flew right out the window when my sister called me to report that she had a flat tire and she needed assistance in getting changed/fixed/replaced.

Why does this shit fall in my lap?