Every time I see a nail or screw laying on the ground my sense of karma takes over. The fear is that if I don't pick it up and save someone I don't know from getting a flat tire, karma will exact a brutal lesson by ensuring I get a flat tire at the worst possible moment. Much of my time is spent driving for hours on the highway to and from mine sites. Getting a flat in the middle of a five hour drive in the dead of a Canadian winter is not my idea of a good time to be sure.
The obsession I have with getting a flat tire, or avoiding a flat tire, is a terrible first world burden. Whenever driving I'm constantly checking the tire gauge which shows each tire pressure on the display screen. The slightest pull or shake in the car and I'm pushing the buttons to see if the horrible moment I've always feared has arrived. The anxiety rises in my throat, and when the digital image of the car displays on the screen and I see that each tires pressure is exactly where it should be, I breath a sigh of relief and tap the steering wheel in some strange ritual of symbolic victory over the forces of karma.
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