And then the lights went out

After a concert last night my boys and I were searching for anyplace that sold coffee. In our explorations, my front tire fell for a pothole, knocking the air out of it. After the loud bang, the car started moving more sluggishly and pulling to the right.

I parked under a light in a parking lot so we would be able to see the damage. Upon exiting the car we all confirmed that the tire was flat, so we set about attempting to put on the donut, the little tire that gets you to a service station. For the second time since I owned the car, the spare that I was given didn't fit the wheel specifications.

Fortunately we have a road service and within a short time a truck was galloping to our rescue. We were in a parking lot between two restaurants, one of them being Chucky Cheese. The Cheese was closed and there appeared to be clean-up going on in the store. Pretty soon all the lights were extinguished in the store, and a minute after that, all the lights in the parking lot were shut off, plunging us into darkness. 

There was a worry from my end that our rescue would be jeapordized. We sat in the dark.  Hopes faltered that we would not be seen. But like the cavalry, the tow truck barreled to our location, our hazard lights pointing the way.  The dark had swallowed us up, but had not triumphed.

I did get coffee, from the Denny's across the street. Not the way I planned but all in all, it was an adventure.