I looked for a place to pull over, but there is no shoulder throughout the construction zone so we had to keep going. There are a few emergency pull over spaces, but every one we passed already had a car in it (other victims?) so I was just praying we could make it to the exit. We were able to exit and I pulled over on a side street to inspect the damage.
Completely flat - no bueno
I called Dave, who was out of town, to see if he could find me some help but we couldn't think of anyone who could change a tire and would be available in the middle of the day. I got the spare tire and the jack out of the trunk and was sitting on the side of the road, when someone pulled over to help. He was on his way into work, and got down on the wet ground in his uniform and put on the spare for us. I was so grateful for his help and don't know what we would have done otherwise! I tried to pay him, but he wouldn't accept my money and said that was how his mom had raised him.
We drove on our spare to the Costco tire center and got there right as they were opening. The mechanic said the side wall of our tire was damaged beyond repair, and that we would need a replacement. The entire process took a couple hours, but there are worse places to be stuck than Costco. Sophie and I did lots of walking around and enjoyed a frozen yogurt while we waited. Once the car was fixed, I called work to tell them we were on our way again and they told me to go home (thank you Kris!) and I was more than happy to comply. What a way to start a weekend!