Tire Adventure

Today I decided to treat myself to Mr Goodcents for lunch. It's about 5 minutes from my work, so I could bring it back and surf the net for my lunch break. Well I walked outside with visions of sub sandwiches in my head and for some reason I walked directly toward my back tire. Slowly I realized I was staring at it and then I found out why. It was darn near flat. Great. Quickly I call home and find no one there and then call Mom's cellie and got no answer there. Soooo I decide to crawl toward a gas station on the way to Goodcents (I'm keeping those sub sandwich visions alive). Luckily the road has a low speed limit which is stricting enforced so noone got irritated behind me. I arrive at the station with a FLAT tire and begin pouring air into it. I get it full and hang up the hose and turn around to inspect it. Hmmm, what's that hissing sound?? This can't be good. So I decide to JET back to my hometown and the trusty tire store on the way. Amazingly I get right in and he fixes it in about 15 minutes. Somehow a razor blade was stuck in it!! Good grief! So I settled for Sonic and continued back to work with dashed dreams of a sub sandwich.