No such luck. I had actually scraped the tire right along the curb, which put a nice long scratch/hole in the side of the tire.
The boys enjoyed the show:
If it wasn't already embarrassing enough, I had just picked up some leftover garage sale items to drop off at Goodwill. They were in the way when we were looking for the spare, so they got put out on the curb....and then spread around by my
really helpful daughter. There will not be a picture of that. ;)
The kids were actually quite patient throughout that whole ordeal, but they were quite hungry by the time it was finished! We went in and had a nice picnic, let the kids run around a bit, and then headed out to finish dealing with the tire.
What's that? You thought it was over? Um...no.
The spare was almost completely flat.
So I had to limp the car to the nearest service station and have air put in the tire.
And Sam had finally gotten back to me. He had somewhat recently bought tires for the van and wanted the replacement tire to match. He had bought them from a distributor further on into the city. A distributor which, by the way, does not install tires.
So we went and bought the new tire and then drove across town again to have it installed at the least expensive place.
The kids and I didn't get home until almost six that night.
Good thing Sam doesn't mind pizza for dinner! :)