It was a phillips head screw that did my tire in. Brandon and I were just about to begin our mad race to work when, only seconds after slamming my door, I sensed something amiss. The entire car was leaning right. I'm not that fat. We filled the tire with some fix-a-flat (you know what, I finally appreciate that gift, Brandi) and left the car at home in favor of Brandon's explorer. My poor car. Will its hardships never end?