Finally, the truck comes (after two hours!) There were some really major accident emergencies that needed attention. Okay, you understand that. The AAA person puts on the spare doughnut. Now, though, you have 30 minutes to get to Wal-Mart (the only place open on a Sunday afternoon) to see if the tire can be repaired. When you get there, you find it cannot be repaired because a chunk of rubber is cut out of the inside wall. Do they have a tire? Don’t know, they say, they’ll see. Yes, they’re supposed to have three that fit your car, but they can’t find them! However, a dedicated, helpful Wal-Mart employee did find the tires, and one was put on the car. Yay!! So, off you go, new tire (doesn’t match the other three which weren’t that old to begin with) minus $150 and 150 lbs. (due to all the sweating). Austin looks good as it looms in the distance 30 minutes later and 6 ½ hours from the start of the trip. But, drat, you missed your Sunday meeting!
(I was going to an annual planning conference that occurs every year in July - I dedicate this little essay to all who will be attending - you folks are great!)