You’re traveling down a gravel road obviously lost.  Just as you pull over to check a map, you hear that thump, thump sound of a flat tire.   Your wife is sitting next to you sleeping peacefully under her travel blanket.

  You reach over without waking her and get the flashlight from the glove box, pop the trunk and grab your rain poncho from the back seat because, of course, it is raining.  You trudge through the mud to the trunk and get out the jack, wrench, spare tire, gloves and your wife’s yoga mat because after all it is muddy and you forget to put a kneeling pad in the car.  There are no other cars on this road so you leave the safety vest in the trunk and head for the flat tire.  You change the tire while fighting the elements, return the flat tire, jack, wrench, gloves and yoga mat to the trunk (something you will have to explain to your wife before her next yoga class).

After wiping your hands with a paper towel, you get back into the car where your wife is still sleeping peacefully. You’re dripping wet, chilled with mud caked on your new shoes and you think maybe you won’t tell her about the yoga mat.