I then get a call from inochinoakari, she has a flat tire. I think she's still in the parking lot, so I tell her to come in while I get shoes and socks and I'll drive her to work. I hang up. The phone rings, it is inochinoakari, she's 3 blocks away. I tell her to stay put and I'll come get her and drive her to work.
On the way to her, I realize the business she's parked at may not want her car there all day, so I help her change her tire instead. She has another tire that is losing air as well. She has off tomorrow and we are going to CostCo to get her new tires and I'll get mine rotated at the same time. She's off now and all should be well, but this reminded me of a story.
When I was in college, I think it was after my Sophomore year at UMass, I was headed home for Summer Break and had a ton of stuff in my trunk. While on Rt. 84 in New York, just over the border from Connecticut, I had a blowout. I heard a loud *BANG* and the car started to shimmy a bit. I pulled over onto the sloping, gravel berm and got out to change the tire. It was the right, rear tire, fortunately. I unloaded nearly the entire back of the car, a 1987 Hyundai 5-Door hatchback, and got out the tire so I could make the change. While I'm in the middle of changing the tire, Semi-trucks whizzing by at 80 MPH, I hear someone say "Hi!" and nearly leap out of my shoes. Someone was hiking along the highway and had come up behind me without my hearing. She went on her way but my heart was racing and the trucks shaking the car as they went by with my jack on gravel didn't help at all.
I got the tire changed and the car reloaded and took the next exit to use a gas station phone to call my gram and let her know I'd be later than I thought, this was in the days before cell-phones after all.
She said "Are you going to be ok? You don't have a spare now if anything happens."
I said "I'll be fine, It isn't like I'm going to get TWO flat tires on the same short trip!" and I hung up and went back to my car.
Normally, when I'm driving alone, I have loud music blaring; this time was an exception and thank goodness it was. As I was pulling out of the gas station parking lot, I heard fssSSSSsssssSSSssssSSSSSsssSSSssss.... My left front tire was leaking. Maybe I'd hit something on the highway that had blown out my one tire and weakened the other, I have no idea, but I was still at the gas station, so I went back in and bought a can of stopleak. This is a can of compressed air and goo. You put it in your tire like you're putting air in your tire and the goo is supposed to close the hole and the air should reinflate the tire. It seemed to work, so I drove on. I got about 1 exit.
I pulled off at about midnight and found a local garage that was about to close for the night. With a little persuasion, the guy sold me a new tire and put it on the rim for me. He even took my grandmother's credit card over the phone to pay for it. I couldn't have been luckier in that situation. I made it the rest of the way with no problems and got home at around 2:30 AM, if I recall correctly. I had AAA at the time, but no phone. Now I have both and should never have this trouble again.