Well, sort of. I came home from work ready to start the weekend off right. I soon left my hotel room and went downstairs to hop in my car. I noticed when I started to pull out, some unknown Djiboutian began violently signaling me to stop. This happens all the time and I ignored him for fear he was going to ask me for money. I then proceeded to the embassy to cash a check. When I parked there, I noticed that one of my tires was almost flat and had a nail in it! I guess this was what the stranger wanted to tell me. Oh well, I avoided having to tip him for the information.
Anyway, I got some cash and then told my supervisor about the tire. I was going to try to make it to a gas station but he insisted on helping me change it. Together, we got it done in about 10 minutes, faster than a lot of pit crews! After that, I drove to "Pyramid Rental Cars" and they repaired the tire in about 15 minutes. Everything was so efficient, I almost appreciated being here. Almost!
Actually, it's not that bad. I even got to mark off the list one of the hundred things I must do before I die--change a flat tire in Djibouti!