Surely not genetic. Most likely environmental or maybe that only applies to flat tires. My spawn had a flat yesterday morning when he went out to leave for work with 2 seconds to spare--one more in a line of way too many. Like clockwork they are.

He's still in my vehicle and I (Mama Martyr) am hitching. No spare. Just the little chain thing that pickups have--dangling. "Where is the spare Chris?" "I dunno. I know I put it back last time".

I, on the other hand (not to jinx myself), have not had a flat in years. Years.

Flat tire--definitely not genetic. Out of gas--maybe.

Oh, I believe there is and it's called bipolar disorder. Every one of my peers in the disease has it. "Quarter full? In San Bernardino? Hell, I can make it to Vegas on this...."

Fortunately it is not contagious. Just thick with grandiosity.