Afterwards, I had to explain the concept of a "bald tire" to a British coworker.

After the Monday morning meeting, I got back to my desk and immediately received a phone call from Mrs. Cwabs telling me that she'd had a blowout and her spare was in the garage at home and could I please come take care of it. Went home, got the tire, changed pants and shoes, drove to the remote location where the Mini lay, changed the tire (cutting my hand on the steel belts of the bald tire that had blown out), noticed that the donut spare was nearly flat, remarked about this to Mrs. Cwabs as she tried unsuccessfully to start her car (dead battery), rolled her car forward, pulled around, jump stated her battery after several unsuccessful attempts, followed her to the gas station to put air in the tire, drove to Costco to order new tires, had hot and sour soup for lunch since I was out that direction anyway, drove back to work.

Update on mustache

( Because I've received so many emails telling me that there is no way to really please a woman without a large one... )