Flat Tire

I just saw Match Point with some friends at The Angelika. It was a very good movie, but also disturbing. After the movie I was excited to get to my car because it was cold and misting outside and I wanted to get home to prepare for an interview I have tomorrow morning. I got to my car, which was parked in a spot close to theater. I was a bit concerned about the spot as it was a tight one and I thought one of my doors would get dinged. When I returned to my car the doors appeared to be just as they were when I left them (yippy!). I got in my car and started to move towards the parking lot exit. I decided to check my messages on my cell phone as I was driving out. My sweet little mother called to ask how I was doing. I called my parent’s house to return their call just as I was turning left from Mockingbird to go south on Central. My parents weren’t home so I left a message saying that I just saw Match Point. I believe it was right as the name of the movie was coming out of my mouth (I was on Central by this time.) that I felt a familiar feeling (unfortunately for me it’s a very familiar feeling) that feeling was one of a car with a flat tire. Therefore, my parent’s have a message waiting for them when they get home that says “Hi parents. It’s your daughter. I just saw Match Point. Oh, no! I believe I have a flat tire and I’m on 75 (AKA Central). Don’t worry, I’m exiting and should safely make it off the highway.”. I’m sure they will be pleased when they hear it. I did make it off 75 safely and pulled into a gas station. I, then, decided to call my friend Carrie, who I was just at the movie with, to let her know what happened because I thought my situation was funny. Carrie offered for her and her friend Brendan, who is visiting just for today from Arkansas and is flying home tomorrow, to come to my rescue. Carrie patiently waited while the gallant Brendan changed my tire. What nice people those two are. Thanks Carrie and Brendan. This concludes another episode of a day in my life. I am not going to eat a Weight Watchers fudge bar tonight. The way my luck is going I couldn’t take the chance. Oh, by the way, this flat tire was about my 8th flat tire in five years.