I was supposed to be scouting a location. Worried about the job, worried about the bills, worried about a desk of paperwork that never seemed to be tended to, I was barely paying attention to my surroundings. BAM! I blew a flat. I waited for the dust to settle. I was so barely paying attention; I had not even realized that I had wandered onto a dirt road. I got out of my SUV grumbling something about this was the last thing I needed. The flat was worse than I thought. I ... (more)