I HAVE ALWAYS DEPENDED ON THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS

I got a flat tire yesterday and Jesus Christ I've never had so much trouble changing a flat in my life and if it weren't for some random dude coming by on a moped I to assist would have been fucked. When the tire blew i was on the way to the doctor with my kid. I hear the tire flopping around I stop and say, "10 minutes!" that's about how long changing a tire should take. An hour and a half later I was exhausted, covered in sweat and dirt and soot and grease with bloody knuckles.

The first problem was there is no fucking level ground in my town, I'm trying to hoist a 4000 pound friggin suv with a bullshit jack that is way to small for the size of my vehicle on unlevel ground. The car kept slipping off the jack and it bent the jack so trying to get the car high enough with a bent jack to slip the donut on was next to impossible. The next thing was my car has 4 regular lug nuts and then a different one that needs a separate chuck that fits on the tire iron to get the last nut off. I couldn't find the fucking thing. I had never had to change a tire on this car so I didn't know where the fucking thing was. It wasn't where the jack was so I searched and that took some time to pull everything out of the car until I found it in my glove box inside a an envelope. Then the tire is kept under the car, you have to unravel a cable with the tire iron and then slip the spare of the block that it hangs from. I only found this out by reading my manual after trying to twist the thing off for abut 5 minutes. So I'm laying in the gravel in the 90 degree heat with a bent car jack trying to get the fucking car up. I succeed, I'm about to put the spare on, my kid jumps into the back of the car and... bang! Down comes car, jack bent to shit. I call my wife, bring me your car jack, she shows up all pissed off. I use her jack...not big enough. She's got a regular sedan so her jack doesn't lift the car high enough to get the spare on. I fit my bent jack under there, it takes me about 25 minutes to turn the crank on the jack unti the car is high enough off the ground, the guy who came by on the moped assists me because at his point I'm about to fucking die. I still need another half an inch but the jack is so bent I can't turn it anymore, I say fuck it, grab the front of the car and lift like the hulk and the guy slips the spare on. Then my younger son takes the tire iron and flings it into the overgrown brush never to be seen again. Fucking moron.