As I watched my friend jumping on the lug wrench, trying to get some movement in the rusted nuts, I told him; "If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all..." Which is not exactly true, I was lucky to get the flat close enough to the notorious Mount Royal Tavern to enlist help. Another friend called his roadside service and they put the doughnut on. And, it held. And, I am starting a new banking assignment tomorrow. It can't be as bad as the last one.