I was headed home from an appointment with Qavah and noticed that the low tire pressure light was on indicating a problem with my front right tire. I called Paul and told him my location just in case the tire went completely flat. Everything seemed fine and I made it home safely and didn't think of the tire again until I had to use the car the next day. There was so much drag on my car when I pulled out that I thought I had left the emergency brake on. Suddenly, I remembered the tire. I got out to check it. Sure enough, it was as flat as a pancake.
I called Paul at work in the middle of the day and told him what had happened. He thought a minute before saying, "Can you go into my shop and fill my air tank..." Panic set in. I pictured myself trying to fill that tank with the compressor air knowing I am not good with power tools or tanks of any kind. I gasped and said, "Paul, please don't make me do that." He laughed and said, "I'll be right home." "Thanks honey," I said with great relief, "and I will never ask you to cook dinner." We are both more than willing to stick to the things we do best. My tire is fixed and Paul had a good hot meal. Yes, for better or worse, until death do us part; happily ever after.