had to share:
warning light on my dash came on.
looked it up in the manual.
CHECK TIRE PRESSURE.
what does that even mean?
the bf asked if i had a flat tire.
i scoffed. i'd know if i had a flat tire.
i walked around my car.
i saw it before i rounded the corner.
flat as a pancake.
*&^$ A#&^$&* #&$A(&@#.
stuck in a parking ramp in downtown minneapolis.
the bf started to drive up from eagan.
he attempted to walk me through the prep process.
i moaned and groaned and wooed is me(d).
but i calmed down.
rolled up my sleeves.
found instructions in the manual on how to change a tire.
and i changed that effing tire.
damn it.
4 comments:
I once drove for two blocks with a flat wondering, "Hmmm... what's that noise?" Um, yeah.
I haven't changed one myself in a loooong time- last time it happened it was freezing out so I called AAA.
I am a wimp.
You go, Soph! That is awesome.
i think tire changing is one of the most satisfying things in a world. but i'm glad i don't often have to do it.
Wow! I'm totally impressed. I drove all the way to work on a flat in Feb and had to have the new guy at work change it for me. It was 10 below out. Not fun. I bought him lunch.
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