It's not so bad when you get the flat in your tire,
but when your spare is flat too, it kind of hurts a little inside.
It was just the piece d'resistance — the final punctuation mark
on a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Thanks to my friend Gerren for 'happening' to walk by right when I needed him, for noticing the flat spare, for playing Sufjan Christmas music while we drove to the service station, and for his following me home.
I am now warm and home and silent and eating a half box of Nilla® Wafers with a plastic cup of red wine.