A funny thing happened on the way to the market,

my tire blew.  Picture it, we are riding to the city centre to go to the "nice" store (which really means it is over-priced but sometimes has things on sale).  I am having a hard time peddling my bike and am thinking to myself "If I say anything to Carsten he will either make a comment about a). my age or 2). being overweight" (yeah, he's like that).  So I say nothing.  A little bit later I go to slow down and then it popped.  Carsten continued on to the store and I made the walk back home with my bike.  After roughly 30 minutes I made it back home and then saw that the boots I was wearing cut into my ankles while walking home and I now have blood on my white socks.  I'm gonna guess it is going to be one of those days :)