My First Flat

Tire, i mean.

Not my car, but my boss’.

I ran into my boss’ husband and a mall security guard trying to change a flat tire on their car when I was headed home from work the other night. Mr Boss asked if I had a jack in my car, and I smiled and said I wasn’t sure. See, I’m the type of person who would call for help in case of a flat tire. So I asked the guard if he would like to go take a look in the trunk, and maybe he’d find what they needed. Unfortunately, the guard didn’t seem to know where to begin looking for a jack any more than I did. Luckily, one of our suppliers was in the area, and he had a jack in his car. I said my goodbye’s, wished them good luck, and headed home.

I was so bothered about the fact that I wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do in case of a tire emergency, so as soon as I got home, I asked Mr C if we had a jack in the car. He said yes, we have one, and I told him the story of what happened earlier and how I didn’t know where the tools were. He told me that everything was hidden under the spare tire, inside the trunk, underneath the carpet. And apparently we do have a tool box, a jack and an early warning device in the car. That’s strangely comforting.

At least I now know that if I’m ever faced with a flat, I can look for the most tall, dark and handsome guy within a 10-meter radius, and confidently say, “The tools are in the trunk”. Toink!

About MrsC | Patricia Cuyugan

I am a happy mom and housewife. Outside of this, I'm also a writer, a crocheter, and a self-taught home cook. I'm part of a book club, and I enjoy binge-watching my favorite TV shows. I'm super entertaining on Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat! Follow me: MrsPCuyugan.

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