On Saturday night, Oct 30, 2010, I got a nail in my tire.
I was just finishing up one Halloween party and heading to the next with a caravan of people when someone pointed out... "YOUR TIRE'S ON THE GROUND!"
Well... of course it is, silly... but, OH! I see what you mean.
So a darling friend of mine with a gorgeous Spanish accent said, "Girl, go that that fixed! That's dangerous! Follow me."
So I hopped in the car and drove slowly to this 24 hour tire shop. In my mind I thought, OMG. I'm soooo not going to make it to the next party.
But guess what? I was the belle of the ball because I drove into this shop and they had me in and out within 10 minutes. I still had plenty of time to go home for a costume change.
It cost me $15 to get the nail removed and the tire repaired. The blaring mariachi music made the ordeal all the more festive. Open 24 hours. This place was a godsend.
Don't use fix-a-flat when you've got this place in your GPS!