Nailed? Screwed? BAD!

Yesterday.

I was on the freeway, almost to work.

My car's alert system notified me that my back, driver's side tire was losing air.

Sometimes it does that, right?

It's fiiiiiiiine, right?

In fantastic Heidi style, I kept right on driving.

To work.

When I got out of the car, I saw this.

Nailed?

Screwed?

There is something clearly in my tire that should not be there and it's looking about as flat as the alert system told me it was.

BAD!

I took this picture (obviously I took this picture), sent it to Burke then immediately called Burke.

Nailed?

Screwed?

It's bad, Babe.

He got Porter on his way to my work.

Porter showed up.

Switched out the tire to the donut.

... why do they call it a donut???

Anywho, he took the tire that was nailed or screwed and bad to Ed Kenley to Burke.

I drove home on side roads, terrified about what a donut can and can't do.

Got home with the donut still in tact.

Went to bed.

Literally, my brain is unwell.

I woke up this morning to the former nailed/screwed/bad tire back on and all fixed up.

Thanks Babe & Porter.

And now it's less bad.