Prompt #2

If it weren't for that ill timed flat tire, I wouldn't be stuck in this pickle. It all started on a hot sunny Saturday afternoon, I was driving home from my job that I have in the city where I have a boring desk job at Barrel O' Fun. This day started out just like any other day but believe me, it didn't end like the rest of them. I was driving home when I hit a big chunk of metal that was lying on the road. I pulled over and of course with my luck I was the only driver on this old country road. So I pulled out my spare tire and jack and got right to work trying to switch the tire, when all of a sudden I was hit in the back of the head by a hard object. When I turned around to see what it was I saw a small child out in the field. As soon as he saw me turn towards him he made an obscene gesture with his hand then turned and ran. After blowing a tire and having to change it in the wonderful Minnesota summer weather, and to top it off getting hit by a rock, I was easily agitated so I took off running after the kid. He ran into a rundown, weathered old shack. Inside it was the messiest place I've ever seen but that didn't stop the boy he ran straight in while yelling for his dad. His father came out of the bedroom carrying a shotgun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other cussing at the boy for yelling. Once he saw me he dropped the whiskey and aimed the gun at me. "What the heck are you doing here boy?" he asked me. When I explained what happened he swore and called me a liar saying that his kid would never do something like that, then he hit me with the butt of the gun and knocked me out. When I woke up they had already stolen all of my money, fixed the tire and took my car, and that's how I ended up duct- taped to the clothesline pole.