Second Monday in a row: leave work to find *another* tire flat due to the SAME EXACT REASON. Shout at the sky: "You've got to be fucking kididng me." Miss my anatomy class using what now probably seems like a lame, made-up excuse ("I have a flat tire again").

Begin to suspect some sort of flat-tire conspiracy--am considering leaving a sign on my car that says, SCREW FLATTENING MY TIRES, JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND TAKE THE FUCKING THING ALREADY.