so i just got off work, and by just i mean at about 12:10 or so and go out into the parking lot to find that i have a flat tire. seriously flat. i inspected it and could find no visible puncture wounds so i decided to use the auto-fix-a-flat stuff i had in my trunk. everything was going well until the stuff started spraying out of a montana-sized hole that i couldn't see before...

so i change the tire to my spare and make back the apt. where i am now. good times. not once did anyone offer to help me while i was working in the best buy parking lot (a very busy parking lot mind you). oh well, didn't need help, but it still would have been nice for my faith in the generous nature of the human race to be restored.

i'm actually not all that phased by it all--i'm still in a fairly optimistic mood (as i usually am in the morning), which is good. the whole thing actually kinda makes me chuckle (well, it will until i have to buy a new damn tire...). kinda like the cherry on top of the crap cake. heh. wonderful imagery, i know.