Right on my natal sun, and I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, last night I was stranded with a flat tire in South Philly, on Washington Avenue. Fortunately, AAA put my policy on auto-pay (which normally makes me furious) and the guy who changed the tire told me he thought all it needed was a plug. Oh, and I was relieved that when I bought this car used, I made a point of hunting down a full-size spare. Whew!
So all’s well that ends well, says I. Considering that my last close encounter with flat tire and a tow truck ended up with a fractured ankle and years of rehab, I’ll take it.