It’s Thursday morning and I’m sitting in Kathryn’s apartment. It’s not a place I generally find myself sitting during the week. But in a few hours I’ll be sitting on an airplane heading from Memphis International Airport to Miami where I’ll be spending a long weekend driving Germans from the airport to the Hotel then from the hotel to the cruise ship. I was essentially given yesterday off to run any pre-trip errands that I might need to do.

I woke up planning to fill a couple of prescriptions and just head straight to Memphis. However, when I walked outside I found I had a nasty flat. Seeing as that particular tire already had two or three cans of Fix-a-Flat in it already, I decided it was time to replace it. After inflating the leaking tire I went to the pharmacy, but the pharmacist wasn’t in yet. So left my empty bottles there and drove over to the discount tire. Not having the money for a full set I picked out the cheapest tires that matched what I already have. Cheapest being a relative term as they were $115 each. Forty minutes and $250 later I had two new front tires and was heading back to the pharmacy, only to find that there was a problem with the dosage (on something I’ve been taking for years) and they weren’t ready yet. I zipped back home, put on my leg brace that I had forgotten earlier, transferred some money to my credit card for the tires and zipped back to the pharmacy. Still not ready. They asked if I had any more errands I could run and I told them I was trying to get out of town. Fortunately, the pharmacist took pity on me and changed the dosage himself figuring that the doctor would agree with him.

I finally got to Memphis late and incredibly frustrated. But Kathryn, being the awesome woman she is, eased my pain by buying me nachos and beer. And really, is there nothing that nachos and beer can’t fix?