I arrived in the parking garage last night to find one of my tires completely flat. I got the spare out of the back, the jack in place, and started loosening the lug nuts. This required standing on the lug wrench. I had maybe one of the lug nuts loose when a man came out of the elevator and headed to his car. I fully expected him to ask if he could help me and was a little surprised when he didn't. I'm fairly sure he made it into his car before he spoke to me. What he said made me smile. Holding his cell phone up he asked "Would you like me to call someone?". Modern chivalry at it's best. I declined his offer. I did end up calling a coworker for help (actually Amy called him for me). I managed to get the dead tire off, but couldn't maneuver the full size spare onto the lug nuts. Rob showed up a few minutes later and insisted on finishing the job for me. Now all I have to do is determine if the dead tire can be fixed or if it needs to be replaced.