Yesterday was a gorgeous fall day and I spent 7 hrs of it in/around a work car on a road trip. I had a nice ride in, got to see the sun rising on Rainier, 2.5 hr drive, 5 hr meeting, then looooooooooooooooooong drive home into what was essentially holiday weekend rush hour traffic through Seattle (and Everett and Tacoma and Fort Lewis and...). That stop-and-go monotony was interrupted by a flat tire by the airport (I knew I should have stopped for dinner in Seattle to hang out and see if traffic disippated). Something the size of a softball rolled through my lane and into my tire, boom.

So I pulled the car over scraping against a jersey barrier and I still would have had my ass hanging into the travel lane while figuring out the jack (every car has a different one) and going through the changing process. Then I realized it wasn't my car, so I got back in, drove it to the next exit, got off, looked for a nice parking lot, and changed the tire.

Then I got back into the traffic jam, got back to work long after everyone had left, had a nice ride home in the pitch blackness, and made it home just before the 1st kid went to bed.