It's not a real party unless police helicopters are involved...
Truth be told it's not the most shocking event as the tyre, actually both front tyres, have had slow leaks in them for quite some time now. Instead of taking them to the auto-rama and getting them fixed I just pretend they don't leak and hope they'll fix themselves, as well as put air in them every couple months. I guess this morning the right front tyre, sans all hope that one day it's master would take it to the doctor and get it healed, just gave up and died.
As the winds of fate would have it I live close to an all in one gas station/foodmart place that has an air-hose one can use (for .75 rupees) to inflate things that require inflating. I gingerly drove the carriage across the road and filled her up with air then drove madly to my personal mechanic, Lubzo Subastirakzikani, in the hopes that the air would hold for the 10 minute drive to his shop. God was with me and the tyre held up but Lubzo, upon inspection, confirmed my deepest fears, namely that the tyre was beyond repair. Oh Woe is me, I've killed it! Killed it! I'll forever have blood rubber on my hands! I'm tainted till death.
The winds of fate were with me still, as Lubzo said he could track down some NEW tyres for me and cram them on and my carriage would then be as good as new. Oh heart be still, more sweeter words hath never my ears heard! So verily did I walk to work (it's a 10 minute walk from his shop, which, as I recall, may be how he became my personal mechanic in the first place) and awaited his phone call.
Praise Allah - he called and told me the new tyres will be crammed on this afternoon and the cost to me will only be 149,000,834 kopecks! What a deal! Praise Jesus and bless my new tyres!!!
In other less important news, who the fuck beats up monks for cripes sake?
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