Two tires and I am broke.

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I was meaning to have a relaxing weekend with my daughter - do some grocery for supplies and subsistence, and quiet nights free of distressing news. Alas, I was given a taxing one. The security guard at the condominium establishment where my daughter resides prompted me that my front tire was flat. I went to the nearest fuel station for air, just to know that the rubber had been torn. Apparently, I had been running flat a few kilometers without feeling it. The wheel wasn't heavy at all. Good thing I had a good spare. Thus, my daughter withdrew some cash so we could buy a new tire. Time ran out of us though, the tire shops were closed, and my wheels have specification number not readily available. My Saturday ended on a gloom note. Sunday though was more productive. Brought my daughter back to the hospital for duty, heard Mass at a Shrine, and when business hours commenced, I was first customer at the tire shop. Alas, the tire changer showed me my other tire needed changing, too. Sigh. I only had money for one. Hu hu. But then he told me to avail of the none-branded ones made in Southeast Asia, instead of my usual brands. That means I could get two at pretty much the same price with one branded tire. I did. With a five-month guarantee. I was left with wallet almost empty, except for a few more bills for my week's subsistence. And I purchased a fish, vegetables, and fruits, including sweet camote that is stomach filling, to last me for the week. I couldn't go over my budget. Saving for change oil and taxes. Sigh.