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and I was stuck on the side of the road with a flat. Could my life get any better?
    Geeze oh Pete!
    To top it all off I was about to freeze. It had just been a quick trip to the store; who needed a coat? I kicked the tire in frustration, and then jumped as sharp pains immediately shot through the toes of my left foot. Okay, not the brightest move to make in flip-flops.
    Great—now I was wet, cold, and stranded with a broken foot! I limped around to the driver’s seat and sank into it, pulling the door shut with a sulky frown.
    What to do… what to do? I picked up my cell phone and studied it carefully. I could call Landon… the thought of his reaction made me cringe. It wasn’t the flat; it was that I didn’t have a jack or a decent spare. I’d been supposed to get a spare for months and still hadn’t managed to do so. This was in fact the third flat I’d had since breaking my jack. No, it would definitely be best to skip Landon in this entire fiasco.
    I took a deep breath and dialed my sister’s number. “Hi, sis! It’s me, Shannon.”
    “Well, who else would be calling me sis?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
    “I have a teeny little problem.”
    “What?”
    “I have a flat.”
    “Oh, nasty weather for it. Change it.”
    “Umm… I can’t… I don’t have a jack.”
    “ Still!? You still don’t have a jack! This is ridiculous! I can’t believe you!”
    I winced as she began to yell as only an older sister can. “I know… yes, I know… yes, irresponsible… I’m an idiot… okay, I’m not an idiot… yes, foolish behavior… are you going to help me?”
    “Well, of course I am.” My sister heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Did you call Landon?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “He’ll yell.”
    “ He should yell! ”
    “Well, that’s beside the point.”
    Another deep sigh. “Okay. Where are you?”
    “By the Carr Motel.”
    “ That seedy place? Oh, my god! It’s a drug lord haven!”
    “Hardly. We live in little town America; there are hardly big-time gangsters living here.”
    “That is a bad part of town. I’m on my way.”
    Right after we hung up a big utility-looking truck pulled up behind me. The side of the truck read Lew’s Tire Service.
    Wow! What were the odds on a Sunday? I jumped out of my car and met the large man exiting the truck.
    “Got a flat?”
    “Yes. But I don’t have a jack.”
    “Got a spare?”
    “Sort of.”
    I ignored the puzzled look on his face and opened the trunk. The big man frowned and looked from the oversized tire and back down to my car a few times.
    “That fits?”
    “Well, not really, but it’ll do in a pinch.”
    The man nodded. “Let me run up to the shop and grab a jack. I’ll be back to change your tire and then you can follow me to the shop and I’ll fix your tire. Be right back.”
    I grinned, hopped back in my car, and called my sister. “Sis? Hey, you haven’t left, have you? Good… a man came in a tire truck… he’s gonna put the spare on then I’m gonna follow him to his shop and he’ll fix it.”
    “Truck? Man? Follow him? Wait, Shan…”
    “I’ll talk to you later, sis.” I hung up the phone quickly as I saw another truck pull up behind me. People are so nice!
    “You got a flat.”
    I love when men state the obvious. This is where I always have to bite my tongue. Men seem to get bent out of shape when you say things like ‘No shit, Sherlock.’ The guy had been nice enough to stop so I refrained. “Yes, but the nice man from the tire shop is gonna fix it. He had to go get a jack.” At the man’s puzzled look I decided to share. “I don’t have one. Broke it ages ago.”
    The man nodded. “You should get a new one.”
    I frowned. Again with the obvious! “Yes, well, thanks for stopping.”
    The tire guy was back pretty quickly. He had my tire changed and I was following him down the road in no time at all.
    As I drove I began to frown. We seemed to be going from the bad part of town to the worst part