I just got a flat in my girlfriend's trailblazer the other day.
We were driving to my aunt's house to get together because we rarely ever see her and I was following the rest of my family, driving with my girlfriend in her car.
Don't know what I picked up but it poked a nice hole in the tire.
Within 2 minutes a Statey (state police) was pulled over to help us and called Triple A. At first we couldn't find the damn jack or lug wrench, it wasn't in any of the 3 compartments in the back. My girlfriend called her father eventually and we found it was in the rear of the car.
Triple A guy shows up with a flatbed. We didn't need a flatbed just the tire repaired and inflated. The guy told us how he didn't have a compressor or repair kit so he didn't want to have to charge us to tow us. ...this is on a Sunday.
First the damn tire was frozen on even after we had the lugs off and we didn't want to rock it to hard and drop it off the jack. Eventually we got the tired off but the cigerette lighter compressor that was in the back of the car wasn't working. ...long long story short we spent 2 hours driving around on a Sunday trying to find a place that had a repair kit or would repair the tire. We drove a half hour away from the blazer in my family's car to 6 garages before we found one that was open and had a repair kit.
The guy there was the slowest talking backass-asswards piece of trash that I had ever met. He told us that they only repaired truck tires, as in 18 wheelers. i asked him if we could just purchase a kit from him and he gave me lip about "....I WAS JUST ABOUT TO TELL YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU THAT THERES ONE RIGHT BACK THEEEEEEEEERE." My dad had to keep me from reaching over the counter and smacking the shit out of this moron. We wound up patching the tire ourselves there and filling it. Spit checking it for leaks. The repair held up great.