Yet another 'work function' last night. As I was driving in traffic downtown, some guy tells me 'you have a flat tire'. I drive the 500 yards or so to the restaurant, and sure enough, my tire is as flat as Paris Hilton's chest.

I went to the event, came back (hoping some magical force had inflated my tire while I was in there...) Alas, it was still flat. Fortunately (or so I thought) I had a can of "Fix a Flat" in my trunk.

Effing False Advertisers!

Now being a girl, I read the directions THOROUGHLY. Twice. I shook the can vigorously for a minute. I put the nozzle on top of the valve stem. All of a sudden, white foamy smelly shit starts spraying ALL over me.

Remember that scene in Ghostbusters where they are covered in white foam when they fight the ghosts?

I looked like that.
Unfortunately, I was in a fairly nice designer suit at the time.
(Did I mention how hard it is to squat to do the process gracefully wearing a tight skirt and 4 inch heels?)

I give up, toss the can of "Fix Shit" and slowly drive 1/2 a block to a gas station and fill up the tire with air.
I drove home - pressure still the same.
Got up this morning, pressure still the same.

No, it's not the Fix a Flat because NONE of it got in the tire. It was all over me.