Well, when I put the spare tire on, I found a nail as expected.  A long nail.  The kind of nail that would make it statistically impossible to stand on end at the perfect angle so that it would go straight into my tire as I sped past.

I took the tire (actually the whole car) in to get the tire looked at.  They said it was repairable and repaired it.  That was Tuesday morning.  Today, I walked out to the parking garage after work, and the tire was once again flat.

With Chung's help, I quickly put the spare on and took it back to another location of the tire specialty franchise I had originally taken it to. (I don't mention the name because my blog has recently started looking like a bunch of advertisements.)  They found that the other place had done shoddy work and their plug was leaking.  They fixed it at no charge.

I remember being involved in some mischeif when I was younger, like “TP-ing“ the wrong house, shoe-polishing the cars of girls we were “likin those days“, saran wrapping cars of those we didn't, scaring our friends' big sisters with outlandish contraptions that allowed us to knock on their windows from the safety of another room, building bombs out of contact cases...but nothing that actually damaged anyone's property.  Sheesh...kids these days.