Dear Husband and I drove to where she was stuck and examined the damage. The tire was not flat, but rather ripped. The tread had started to peel away on one of the tires causing it to be difficult to drive. Dear Husband knows cars, gadgets, computers, and so on. We all piled into the car so Dear Husband could go home and get what was needed to fix the situation. He got his tools and such. We all piled back into the car, drove back to the scene, and fixed AG's car. AG followed us home so she could collect her stuff and her cat. We finally got to bed around 11 p.m. that night, which was much later than I had anticipated. I had to work the next day and I was dead tired, but that isn't terribly unusual (thank you insomnia/fatigue issues).
I'm still recovering from leaving vacation land and returning to reality. Reality is not all it's cracked up to be. If you need me, I'll be here studying vacation brochures.