On our way back from Albertson's via the library (Aaron had to return an overdue book, and we figured we could help him get that done), my car got a flat. Walking away from my parked car, we heard a hsssssssss. Tired died all at once, or at least it sounded like that.
So Forrest and Jerry went across the tracks to get Forrest's floor jack out of his car, and we put on my little spare tire. Next place the car goes is to the shop for a tire fix or replacement. Yay...
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