Pulling into Menards with my U Haul trailer in tow, I had just a few simple things to purchase.  The purchases soon however became a secondary concern, as I was alerted to the fact that I had a flat.  Not just a flat of the slow leak kind, but a your tire is straight up dead because it took on that screw that must have been lying in the road 100% kind of flat.

Rain pouring down, I put on the spare tire and hopped back into the car.  Turning the key, nothing happened.  The battery was dead, not just a struggle to come on sort of dead, but a no response at all and by the way you will need to reprogram all of your radio stations kind of dead.  (Apparently the battery had been “leaking acid.”  Uh, that just sounds bad.  Not just bad, but a yucky if you were a human you would need to go to a doctor and have that checked out kind of bad.)

Getting a jump, I abandoned all hope of completing my mission to Menards.  Tired and wet, I pulled into Midas and was informed that I would need to first remove the U Haul.  The very heavy and unnecessarily difficult to unfasten U Haul.  Lifting up the trailer, I set it down…  on…  my…  foot.  Not just a saddened bolt of pain, but rather a slow to realize that I was really that stupid kind of pain.  Of course it had to be, such things were meant to come in threes.