Our relationship had broken. I could not believe I had invested three years in him; I had to get away. The day could not have been worse; raining since early morning, not just any rain but almost a monsoon. The only place I could think to go was my parent's cabin, a three-hour drive from Boise.
The constant slapping of the wipers, blinding rain drops, darkness, and painful emotions were not helping; I could not see more than 100 feet; I had missed my turn ten miles back. I decided to continue to the next exit and take the lesser-traveled back road to the cabin.
"Ahhhhhhh, damn! Who would be out walking in this rain? Was he wearing a backpack?"
I punched the accelerator harder; I needed to get to the cabin fast. A mile further, the sound of flopping rubber and the loss of control made me pull over. My worst nightmare came into view as I opened the door, a flat tire. Frantically I pressed every button on my phone, no service. Alone in the dark, pouring rain, and with a flat tire, my nerves were unraveling fast; I didn't even know where the spare was!
All I could do was cry; why was this happening? A tap on my window sent me into orbit; I was alone and scared to death. Out of desperation, I rolled the window down two inches.
"Ma'am, you have a flat tire. Do you need some help? You almost ran over me back there."
"I am so sorry; I didn't see you until the last second; I didn't hit you, did I?"
"Thankfully, no. Do you want me to change the flat tire?"
"Where are your clothes?"
"In my pack, no sense in getting them wet."
"Can you change a tire in this rain?"
"No worries, I am soaked already; open your trunk, and let's find the spare."
