So, I'm driving home last night...I'm going 60 on the highway, when suddenly, there is part of an entire house in the middle of the road.
I can hit it, or I can swerve and run into a car. I opt to run over the house.
Car starts rattling, sounds awful. I pull over, check, everything is fine.
I make it home in one piece.
Today, I get up to go to work. Its sprinkling... since one of my windows is permanently in the "open" position on the car, I'm grateful I remembered to put a towel over it after the house incident. I get in the car, its dry, I'm happy.
I start to reverse, and I feel like I'm riding a gimp horse. Immediately, I park, and jump out.
Flatest tire I've ever seen. Bent rim included. I race back in to get the boyfriend and make him help me change the tire.
We come outside.
Its done sprinkling. Now its full-on raining and increasing in volume.
I sigh.
30 minutes, and 3 broken fingernails later, I'm ready. I've got my miniscule 'donut' on and I'm gonna drive to work.
I make it one exit before I'm turning around and heading back home. The car is bumbling around like a blind monkey and I refuse to continue with this. I run back into the apt get the directions for Discount Tire and head over to get it fixed once and for all.
I walk in... my hair is dripping and hanging around my face in ridiculous, electro-shock looking curls, my clothes are soaked, and there is mud and grease on my fingers, knuckles, arms and yes, my elbows. I dont even know if there's any on my face, but I'm sure I'm scowling.
I wait for a moment before a man comes up and says "Have you been helped?" I shook my head and walked to his little desk computer thing. "So whats the problem?" he says. I pause to gather my thoughts.
"...I need a new tire... or atleast need it fixed. That one doesnt work." It wasnt quite as eloquent as I had hoped for, so I released another sigh and just looked at him, hoping he was able to read minds. He said "well, lets go look at it!" cheerily, and I swallowed back the urge to vomit.
On the way to the car, he says "So, how're you doing?"
I laughed.
Not a nice, cheery, musical little number.
Think rabid hyena and you're getting warmer. Add a touch of 'maniacal' and you're practically there. He looked startled.
"Well, other than having a flat tire, being already an hour late to work and the fact that I had to change it in the rain just to get here and now I'm soaked... I'm GREAT."
I stood outside for several minutes, trying to dry off after he took my keys.
2 bugs fell on me, and one small green spider decided that my knee should be his home. Luckily, no crazy bug dances ensued. I just looked at the bugs and said "...seriously?" They left.
The rest of the event went off without a hitch. They bent the rim back, got me a new tire, AND put it on the back tire so the wobbly still slightly bent rim wouldnt drive me crazy while I'm driving.
Very nice of them. Cost me $80 and 45 minutes.
I bet if I'd have laughed a bit longer, it'd have cost me $50 and 15 minutes.
