I noticed that my back tire was a little low.
I gave it some air the other day and it was fine.
Friday night...flat as a pancake.
On Saturday Melissa helped me change it.
I drove to Mr. Tire and he found a nail in the tire.
$70 and I had a brand new tire.
Saturday night Ashlee picked up a friend.
She heard a hissing sound.
Sunday morning....flat as a pancake.
THE SAME TIRE!!!
Sunday afternoon I changed the tire AGAIN.
This time I found a razor blade in the tred.
Parked it outside of the auto shop this morning.
They patched it up and it's good as new.
The same exact tire?
Twice in two days?
Does God think I'm made of money?
Is He seriously playing a huge joke on me?