Last Thursday I had a puncture in my tyre (note, it was in my "tyre" not my "tire" because I live here in the UK). It happened on the way to picking up Little Boy at nursery. I made it to nursery before I figured out what was wrong.
Initially I had a big scramble trying to figure out who to call and what to do and the nursery was kind enough to let me stay inside in poor weather. My husband came and picked up Little Boy and I and brought us home. He then took one of my summer tyre and put it onto my care at the nursery. He came and picked me up and I picked up the car with him.
A couple of days later we took the punctured tyre to an autoshop and they fixed it in a jiffy. Then my husband put it back onto the car.
This could have been a difficult situation but it was not too bad at all!