OH NO! MY TYRE IS PUNCTURED AGAIN

 When I reached the market this morning, a passer-by told me that the back tyre of my car was punctured. At first I thought I could go to the motorcycle shop and get help from the man there to help me change the tyre.  I walked to two different shops but could not get anyone to help me.  I was informed that it was Sunday and the shops were not open.  I tried to take out the jack from underneath the passenger seat in front but was unsuccessful.  One elderly gentleman tried to help me take out the jack but he too was unsuccessful.  I tried calling my uncle but he did not pick up the phone.  I later found out that he had gone hill climbing.
Luckily, the vendor whom I always buy things from volunteered to help me.  I slowly drove my car to his stall and he helped me to change the tyre.  Of course, I also helped by jacking up the car and carrying the spare tyre.  After all the man who helped me was also elderly.  It took us about 20 minutes to change the spare tyre and the uncle told me to send the car to the tyre shop pronto.  He refused any payment from me, saying that he could do whatever he could help.  Nice man.
I discovered the puncture at 8.45 a.m. and only got the spare tyre changed at 10.00 a.m.  It was rather tiring walking around the place looking for people to help change the tyre.  I took another 15 minutes trying to remove the jack and another 20 minutes helping to change the tyre.

 Here I am at the tyre shop.  Thank goodness it is open on Sunday.  The man at the shop said that I had been driving with the punctured tyre for some time and the tyre was useless.  The tyre rim was also bent.

 My mum and aunt at the tyre shop.  It is because of my punctured tyre that my Autn Linda missed her Sunday church service.  So sorry Jesus Christ for not being able to send my aunt to church today.

The tyre man checking the other tyres of my car for nails.  The punctured tyre had one big nail lodged on it.  He said that most probably the air was released slowly after it lodged itself on the tyre.  There were a lot of renovation work on houses near my house in Ipoh.
 Hmm ... I had to buy a new tyre and also get the rim of the tyre repaired.  It costs me RM220 in total.  My mum and aunt said in unison, "Por Choy Tong Choy" which means "Losing money helps to prevent calamity or bad luck".