Something that could have been very grumpy got turned into a happy thing.
My tire was looking pretty flat on Monday. After work, I went to put air in it--and noticed there was a nail in the tire. Dang! I don't even know how to change a tire.
Luckily, my brother and I had planned to do lunch on the 4th, so he came over and changed the tire for me the next day. He also showed me how to do it (not that it'll mean I can. I tried to unscrew the lugnuts--they wouldn't budge for my puny arms. So I'm still going to need a strong guy to help me). Then he recommended a place to get the tire fixed. I went there today. I was anxious that by driving on the flat I had ruined the tire. Money is tight for the next couple of weeks, as I had to take time off of work for health reasons, and I was sad that I'd even have to pay for the patch, let alone a new tire.
But the tire was fine. And they didn't charge me a thing! I think it's because we'd bought my tires at the same type of car place. Or perhaps because I'm a hot sexy thing, and they got all chivalrous.
Either way, I was really happy.