Thank you, nail, for causing me to jump off the bike in the middle of the intersection like an idiot. For causing me to look like a fool, cursing on the side of the road. For causing me to walk it (thankfully) three blocks to the bike shop, and then have to pay them to use pliers to get you out.
Thank you, nail, for punching all inch and a half of yourself into my brand new tire and tube.
Thank you, nail, for being in the street. Don't you have some boards to hold together or something?