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Here’s irony…or…Murphy’s Law for you, you choose. I had put off changing my tires for quite some time, but it had come to the point where I just had to get them replaced. So on this rather chilly Saturday, I got in my car and started off to the Mavis nearest me. Mind you, Mavis is only about 3 miles down the road. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I noticed that the car seemed off, but figuring that I was going to Mavis, I let it go. About halfway to the place, a woman jumps out of the car behind me to tell me that my rear tire is flat. Seriously? What is that about? The tire, not the woman.

So fine, I thanked the good samaritan, and went along the last mile to the Mavis. I parked my car and took a look at that pesky rear tire. Would you believe staring me right in the face is a screw that punctured the tire? I mean, I find it funny that the death of my tire was due to a tiny piece of metal and not the neglect that should have ended it.

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