The south hates me back

So this post is out of chronological order for good reason. The self-
discovery trip was going well and I had made a northeastern turn to
head home. I crossed the border into Missouri and bang! My rear tire
went flat. Awesome. Of course nothing is open so I have to change my
tire and "race" to the next walmart at the snail pace of 50 mph on the
dummy spare. All is well and I'm getting two new tires, just what
this unemployed person needs! No real complaints, though, because it
could have been worse.