Stupid Newark, NJ.
Every so often, when I’ve had early morning meetings this month, I’ve been driving into Newark to park, then take the PATH train into the city. I started doing this a few months ago when I had 1st-2nd-3rd-round interviews in Manhattan, and I got into the habit of the convenience and comfort factor.
Driving to the parking lot, I rolled down my window to hear a very audible and ominous hissing sound. Yeah, it’s gotta be me. With no time to spare (I had an early morning meeting), I left my car with a flat tire in the lot and jetted for Newark Penn Station.
In the evening, I had to call AAA to help me change out the tire. I was in a suit, and it was way too hot in July for me to sweat it out like that. I should have taken a picture, but there were seven nails in the tired. Seven. Unbelievable. It ended up costing me about $250 for a new replacement tire.
Newark.