My dad took a look at my flat tire just now.

[apocalypsos]

There were a grand total of four nails/screws in it.

Who the hell runs over FOUR nails and/or screws?

That's right, gang. This bitch right here.

*headdesk*

EDIT: Also, I suppose that when I tell my brother and father that I kind of need something done "tonight", I should add that I mean THIS tonight. Especially when it comes to my computer, damn it. *sigh*

Comments

[smallship1.livejournal.com]

*whips pillow in between head and desk*

Um...unless you go around checking every inch of the road before driving over it, you're going to run over what's there. Thing is, with the thickness of the average tyre, I can't see a nail or screw causing it any serious problems...unless the fixing in question is standing on its little flat head with its little pointy foot pointing up. Four nails and/or screws all point uppermost in the road? What are the odds?

Point is...not your fault. (Not that you thought it was, because you're not, like, me or something.) Cease to belabour that innocent desk with your head. 2007 will be better. I have spoken.

[azurelunatic]

Flat tires suck.

[xturtle.livejournal.com]

I once had a year in which I had to change tires in at least three different, really inconvenient places. Twice it was due to running over stuff, once both front tires went flat because the temp dropped so fast the seals broke *loves Minnesota*. That last time we got through putting the spare on one front tire before we realised the other was flat and we'd need a tow anyway... in -6 degree weather.

*Sympathizes*

[random-serious.livejournal.com]

Four? That takes skills. Be proud!

[budclare.livejournal.com]

Maybe there's an asshole in your neighborhood? Or, more likely, several young assholes.