Whitetail Doe

The low tire pressure icon came on my dashboard as I left the grocery store.  That has happened before in the winter - low temps cause the tires to lose a little pressure.  My next stop was to pick up a latte so I checked the tires visually.  The front driver's side might be low - maybe.  Drove back home.   Thick fog the next morning so I waited before heading out on errands.  Planned on stopping downtown at the auto shop to ask the mechanic to top off the tires w/ air.  When I walked into the garage though the back driver's side tire was very flat.  Accessed the spare and opened up the car's manual to the chapter on how to change a flat.  Read up to where it said 'remove lug nuts'.  Seemed rather vague.   Brother Brent's voice drifted to me through the fog "There's a YouTube for that." (That's over dramatized a bit.)  Went back in the house and watched three YouTube video's - one specifically pointed out which direction to spin the lugnuts to get them off and how to coax off a recalcitrant lugnut.  Just what I needed to know.   Ten minutes later I threw the flat in the back of the car and drove to the mechanic's garage.   Fortunately, he wasn't all that busy - Neighbor Blake, Neighbor Vern, and two others were in the office watching the mechanic try on baseball caps embrodered w/ various auto parts company names.   The mechanic grabbed the flat and said to stop back in an hour.   I drove circumspectly on my errands w/ my little donut spare.  By the time I returned the mechanic had been able to find the problem (an imbedded brand new long flat head screw), patch the tire, and offered to put it back on the car.  The refrain for "I am Woman" started playing in my head.  I had taken the tire off by myself.  I could certainly put it back on.  Fortunately, mama didn't raise no fool.  "Yes, would you put it back on and check the air in the other tires?"  I answered.