This morning was very busy at work, I kept getting all these pickups. I was running around for over an hour, picking shit up and unable to drop anything. Finally, I had one pickup left, then I could [hopefully] get everything written up and start delivering them all. Suddenly, I hear a hissing sound and my back wheel gets all woobly. Flat tire! Damn I hate that. So I do my last pickup and start working on swapping in a new tube. I pull the popped tube out and run my fingers along the inside of the tire to try and find what caused the flat. I found out it was a big, sharp shard of glass when it sliced my finger open and I began to spurt blood all over the place. Ahem. Anyway, I got the beast back on the road and all was well.

Although I did have a run-in with some asshole running-man who decided to suddenly dart out into the road where I nearly hit the bleeding idiot. Then he had the nerve to come up to me afterwards and start bleeting about how I nearly hit him. Yeah, that tends to happen when you run out into traffic without even looking first, ya fucking twat. Sometimes the urge to go completely psycho on certain people becomes almost unbearable. But I refrained.