I Need A H.E.R.O.

Today my tire decided to blow on my way to work. Luckily, I felt something was a bit off and pulled over to the side of the road just as my tire decided to officially give out.

For some reason, I was eerily calm. I went outside, checked to see what tire it was and climbed back into my car and dialed Georgia Dept. of Transportation kindly requesting that a H.E.R.O. (coincidentally, enough I was listening to Nas’ new song “Hero” – maybe a premonition of some kind?) truck help me with my flat tire. Now, I don’t have a problem changing a flat myself but as I was pulling my donut out of the trunk, I didn’t see a jack anywhere not to mention the dress I have on is predisposed to coming up at the most inopportune times (I flashed a couple of drivers by this AM – nothing like bright, yellow panties to wake you up in the morning!), so I decided to sit this one out.

Which, was the best thing I could have done. I went through all these random papers that I had compiled in stacks of various bags. I organized my folders, I made some business calls all while watching the recklessness of 400 drivers as I waited on my little yellow truck to arrive.

Instead of cursing my car, which is the norm I just took this little break as time to do things that I have been putting off because I was either too tired or didn’t want to go back out to my car to handle it. Now, I had no choice – I was stuck in my car needing to pass the time, so I finally handled my business.

I think I might invest in a scooter.