Flat Tire

I was on my way to see writer friends Saturday night when I got a flat tire on Route 2 in Concord.

Route 2 in Concord is a lousy place to have a flat. It doesn't have a wide breakdown lane, particularly after 6 inches of snow falls during the day. Still, I refuse to change my own tires (not to mention I have a spare but no rims). You always hear that story on the news a couple of times a year about the person who's changing a tire in the breakdown lane and they get hit and killed by an inattentive or drunk driver. I don't want that to be me, so I sat in the car, seatbelt on, waiting for a tow.

I was surprisingly calm. I called AAA. Because I was not in the safest location, they accelerated the tow and called the police, both of which came within 15 minutes. I was fine. We got my car towed to a place (that of course, is closed all weekend). Hopefully my car will be up and running by Monday afternoon.

I thank my friend Sebastian, who totally came through in the clutch by dispatching his butler to fetch me a ride back home.

And all throughout the evening's events, my primary concern was: how does this affect today's Patriots game? Also, this means I won't be returning to Dianne's house for the AFC Championship game.

It doesn't see like this is a good omen for the Pats.