Flat tire+pouring rain+night+dead cell phone=Damsel in distress

I went to the mall to get my hair cut and possibly colored (I ended up getting 2 different shades of highlights and a cute haircut…I’ll try to get a picture soon .). On the way home it was POURING…like worse than the storms of the so-called hurricane that we had on last Wednesday. Well I’m driving along and all of a sudden my car makes this funny noise (all the while I’m on the phone with my Aunt). I pull over in a parking lot and get out to see what is wrong, my passenger side front tire os complety flat and torn. So I get back into my car (by this time I am SOAKED ), to call my brother to come and get me and his phone rings once then nothing. My phone DIED.   I attempt to call several more times with the same result. So I figure that I am going to have to walk across the street to Circle K in the pouring rain to call my brother. But as I get out I see a truck parking nearby…so I walk over and ask the creepy guy(which probably wasn’t a good idea in the first place to be talking to a strange guy at night all alone) if I could use his phone (he was actually kinda nice..even though a tad creepy). I call my bro and go back to my car and lock myself in until my bro eventually comes and gets me. No Knight in Shining Armor for this Damsel (unless you count my brother in his bright red van).