Bicycle story

So here’s the story goes: 

I got a punctured tyre yesterday (Sunday) after riding back from a “Dutch Festival” in the city.
Since thunderstorm was coming at the time I left, I put it in the city, hoping to find someone to deal with it today (Monday).

Then my friend’s boyfriend just happened to be in town and he’s an expert in bicycles. (Yeah!)

He helped me to inspect the bike today, just to find out that there were many small holes throughout the tyres. Perhaps because I have been to the new place and didn’t pay attention to the situation of the road. (Urgh…)

So I went to stores and finally found the inner tyre for repair. (Yeah!)

And I went back just to find out we did not have a spanner. (Urgh…)

I asked the residence village to borrow one and they refused, but finally after my sincere request, they have lent me the spanner.
Then we fixed the tyres. (Yeah!)

And I went to the bicycle pump station just to find out its nozzle doesn’t well-fit my tyre…
"Am I still not going to make it after all these efforts?!"  (Urgh…)

Then suddenly a passerby asked me if I need help. He helped me to pump while I held and fixed the position of the nozzle. So the tyres are finally done! (Yeah!)

What a roller-coaster day...