The question I’ve been hearing a lot lately is “Maigh, what do you do with your lunch hour now that you live so close!?”

Well, dear readers, I’ll tell you. Today, I went by Whole Foods and picked myself up some carrots and apples and a fresh loaf of wheat bread and a yummy calzone. I went home, ate the calzone, hung some new curtains, measured a window and watched some E! stories on horrendous people doing horrendous things.

This is where it gets exciting, so keep reading. On my way out of the parking lot, I heard a *POP*. So I’m thinkin’ , “aw shit, what the hell was that?”. I stop and hop out to survey the scene. Below is a picture of what I found.

Luckily, I’m a tough kid and know how to change a tire. Off came the bike rack from the spare, out came the key for the spare, the lug wrench, the jack. Jacked up the car, got the spare off the back, got all the lug nuts off (holy crap were they on tight) but I can’t get the damn tire itself off. Call roadside assistance and wait for a large man in a Corolla (good thing I didn’t need a tow) with his hydraulic jack to lift my baby up just a little higher and wiggle it off.

Back on the road.

This is what happens when I try to be practical and go home for an economical lunch. $10 at El Azteca was replaced by $200+ in new tires.

I swear to you, if shit like this didn’t happen to me, I’d have nothing to write about.

PS I love my camera phone.