Well, it’s later. I think it’s around 4am. Where to start, again.
About 2 pm yesterday I loaded Little Dog up in the car to take him to the scary vet. I had to drop of the emergency cell phone at work and Jerry was nice enough to find someone to take it for me. Kevin volunteered thankfully.
On the way to the garage the car felt strange so I asked Jerry to get in and ride up to see if he felt anything. Long story short, I had a flat tire.

I had to call Christopher to come get Little Dog so he could make it to the vet on time. Jerry tried to start changing the tire but we didn’t have enough time so I decided to call Triple A. I thought (notice the word thought) that the better plan would be to wait with the car so that I could get the tire changed and I could meet Christopher at home after the vet appointment. Let’s just say that didn’t work out.
Why? I called Triple A at 3ish. The first guy came around 6ish. Jerry was really nice and hung out with me the whole time. The first guy couldn’t get the tire off and wound up killing my "Key" that you have to use to get the lug nuts off. I didn’t know this until later. I had to call Triple A again and ask for a tow.
I called Chris to let him know and Jerry was great again and stayed with me. Triple A said it was going to be at least an hour and a half so Jerry and I went to get some dinner. By 8 Triple A had still not arrived and Jerry had to go home and let Grendel out.
At around 9 I got a call from the tow company saying that I had to drive the car down to the first floor of the garage (on the rim) and that they were not going to be able to get to me for at least an hour. I had now been waiting in the garage for over 6 hours. The garage was completely empty, I was feeling a little frustrated and tired, so I decided that I needed to get to the lower deck and rethink what I was going to do.
So, I headed towards the light.

I wound up calling Triple A and complaining. I don’t really want to go into this here but they wound up getting me another towing company. I called Christopher and let him know what was going on. Little Dog wasn’t doing well so we decided it would be best if Chris stayed with him at home. We didn’t want to leave him alone or have to load him up in the car for an unknown amount of time. Needless to say, this solution did not make Christopher very happy but there really wasn’t much we could do.
Jerry called back and decided to come out AGAIN and keep me company. This time he brought Grendel with him. My Knight in Shining Armour with his faithful steed Grendel. I was delirious with gratitude and Christopher felt much better too.

Triple A said it was going to be another hour until a tow truck driver came. They also said that I had to drive the car down. Jerry helped me (I was nervous about it) and then we took Grendel for a walk. I really needed to get out of the garage too.
On our walk we saw this painted on the sidewalk (they seem to pop up a lot):
About 10 minutes after our walk George showed up. He was amazing. In less than half an hour he fixed the tire and had us on our way. How? Since the first guy had ruined the "key" he couldn’t get the tire off. Jerry and I walked over to the shop and got an air compressor and a pipe. Even with the pipe George couldn’t get the tire off so he went to plan B. Blow up the tire and find out if it would hold air.
George blew up the tire with the air compressor and found a screw. He screwed the screw into the tire and Jerry gave him his Mountain Dew to check for leaks. No leaks and we were on the way.

We thanked George for all his help and parked the car in a space so that we could go get money to get Jerry out of the garage. It was now after one. Jerry followed me home to make sure that I would make it. I got home a little after 2 am.
Little Dog and Christopher were waiting for me to arrive. I sat on the couch with Little Dog for a couple of hours while I wrote this and then we all went to bed.
What a day.