I was reluctant to go, but succumbed anyway. I finished early and waited 20 minutes for mom to show up. On the highway mom noticed something was wrong with the front left tire. We stopped at the side and viola! I was punctured.
It was a terrible feeling as we're halfway through the flyover, which was pretty dangerous plus the speeding cars and strong winds. We took out the spare tire from the boot and needed tools. Changing the tire was the easy part, but to pry the screws open...
Good thing the manual's in the car, so we managed to avoid tightening screws. However we're still females, no matter how hard mom and I pushed and pulled, it won't budge. We needed a man (who has that considerable amount of strength that we don't have) to help us. I called dad and he said he'll be there. We continued to do whatever we can, but in vain.
Finally a man waiting for the bus helped us unscrew the first screw. We literally cheered in joy. He continued to help us do the rest, but I unscrew the last one (it was great).
Well, I don't have a car, I don't have a driving license either, but at least I know how to change car tires.
