It Pays to be a Woman
S got a flat at the grocery store, and before she could even think, one stranger handed her fix-a-flat and another did all the work. It pays to be a woman. Plus some hard-won thoughts on how kids murder your exercise habits, and why keeping any habit alive beats rebuilding it later.
My wife grabbed W and ran off to the grocery store. She texts me half an hour later with a picture of one of the tires (see below). Apparently it is flat. But she has made it to an air pump somewhere.
She really does have a knack for finding sharp objects with our tires.
I'm not overly stressed because we only have the one car, so there's literally nothing I can do for her other than offer encouragement and advice. Before she has much time to consider her options, a guy approaches her having noticed the flat tire and gives her a can of fix-a-flat: "This here should git you goin." And then he took off.
