If you aren’t already aware of my ongoing battle with my car’s tires, then read the following previous posts: My Troubles with Tires (Part I) and My Trouble with Tires (Part II).

So, after replacing literally every one of my car’s four tires, the cruel hand of fate decided to play yet another tire joke on yours truly…

It was a Friday afternoon.  I had worked all day, and was looking forward to going home.  My coworkers and I left the building at 5pm.  But then, as I approached my car, I noticed the driver’s-side rear tire looked a little low.  At first, I thought it was a trick of some kind, a mirage, a product of my imaginative faculties.  Surely, the air in the tire was just a little low!  Certainly I didn’t have yet another flat tire!

But, my friends, the tire was flat.  There was no way I could drive on it.  I shook my head, incredulous.  I turned around and walked toward my coworker D___.  Guess what? I said, and I told her I had a flat.  She, being privy to this blog and my other tire woes, was in disbelief.  Then my boss L___ approached.  I told her, yes, I have another flat tire.  And L___ being privy to this blog and my other tire woes…laughed.

Normally, I am a man of good humor, but at this moment in time, I found it hard to laugh along with L___.  Some time later, after I removed the flat, I noticed that I had not one but two nails jammed in the tread.  Some guys have all the luck.

But wait! I said to myself later when I went to the tire shop.  Surely, those two nail holes could be plugged!  Certainly I wouldn’t have to buy yet another new tire!  But, alas, the one nail hole was too close to the edge of the tread, and yet another new tire (number five?) was bought.

Woe is me.

Related posts:

1. My Troubles with Tires (Part II)
2. My Troubles with Tires (Part I)
3. Unbelievable
4. Car Woes