A Price...Must Be Paid!

After I returned from Vegas, and after my GF dropped me off at my car, I got into trouble as I was heading home. I heard whistling from my front left tire. That's right. I had a flat tire on a Saturday night. I had to drive my car with the spare all day Sunday, but I took care of it this morning. I think this is Karmas' way of levelling the good time I have been having.