Nails...

The flu was raging through my body.
There was no flu-friendly food/drinks at my house.
I walked outside to my car and what did I see?
A flat tire waiting for me.

No sister in sight
though her car was present
I needed a rescue
from a mechanic

The hero in my life
A friends little brother
Although not so little anymore
THANK YOU PETER!!!

This lame poem serves as a thank you to Peter for changing my spare tire. I really need to learn how to do that. It doesn't look that hard actually, but how on earth am I suppose to learn it while I'm feeling like poo?

P.S. Who the hell leaves nails in the road for people like me to run over???