Flat as a pancake

I just love my little car. It's old. But over the years I've become even more attached to it making it harder and harder to part with it.

I know one day I will get a new fangled car with satellite radio, a camera to view the scenery when backing up, and so much more....one day...

After stressing over the periodic problems I have when starting my car, I totally missed the tell-tale signs of a 'flat as a pancake' rear tire.

I did hear something flapping in the wind as I left for work. I just thought it was yet another creak.

It drove fine. Never even felt like I had a flat tire until a good samaritan woman honked and told me my tire was flat.

I still could not believe it. My baby was driving perfectly!

I only had a few more blocks to go for work. I arrived at work in hopes of finding someone to help me. George helped me put air in the tire to see if there was a slow leak or if a nail was visible.

I fear coming down at the end of my shift having yet another flat tire. My boss and the girl I relieve are gems! Rita said I could go up the street to get my tire fixed and Lisa said she would set on the desk until I got back.

Now, the stress is gradually leaving my system. And when I came across the little Amish woman sitting in the waiting room with me, it totally left.

There is always someone worse off. This little Amish woman was in town with her son, who recently had a kidney transplant. He must come into Cleveland each month for his checkups and tests. They had a three hour drive back to Sugar Grove PA. I felt awful. My 'inconveniences' are REAL hardships for so many others.

And the kicker--they finished with my car first but I'm fairly sure she got there before me. Just doesn't seem fair.