It isn’t my flat tire…. and I am glad for that.  Something like that can be a real monkey wrench in the machine, I’ll tell you.  I’ve had a few in my day.  A few.

In the bigger scheme of things, they are mostly just an inconvenience, a pain the keister.  A fly in the ointment.

And what is that, pray tell.  A Fly in the Ointment?  It has Biblical Origins, actually.  Ointments, which are now mostly salves or creams, and such… were different in the long ago and far away.  They were, quite literally, used in anointing people….. as in religious ritual.  The phrase is first alluded to in Ecclesiastes 10:1…. which has:   “Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour.”

Which really means… a small but irritating flaw that spoils the whole thing.  A drawback.  A snag.  A biggeldy-bee.

My next observation is this….

The “small but irritating flaw that spoils the whole thing” is relative.  Is that meaning pointed toward the person being anointed…. or is is referring to the fly?  It is all in the perspective.  I guess.

I’m guessing the fly doesn’t give a hooey about this tire though.  Why drive when you can fly?