7:30 AM: I’m about to drive into work when I realize one of my tires has absurdly low pressure. I’m an inexperienced driver with a tendency to freak out, so I start immediately worrying about how my day is already ruined because now I have car issues. Eventually I gather myself, find a gas station with free air, and shoot a text to my team saying that I’ll be late because my tire is a bit fucked.
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