A flat feeling

So here I am moving back into my apartment, still tired from a billion awesome things, trying to get to work. My bike appeared in good shape yet, so I hauled it up from the basement and pedaled off to campus. But I heard a weird noise and felt like I was peddling through sand... Looking down, I thought I must have not noticed that the rear tire needed air. It wasn't until the evening, when I returned to the bike rack with a friend's air pump, that a realized the awful truth. The happy ending? The boys at the bike shop deemed me "most impressive flat of the week" for the nail's double-piercing of the innertube.