Three days ago, I noticed my tire was getting a little flat. I put some air in it. The next day, flat. Nail. I know the symptoms. I could swing by and see Georgie on Saturday, so I decided to just keep putting air in it.
Saturday morning. The Kid and I head outside for a quick lesson on how to change a car tire. My dad wouldn't let me start driving until he was sure I could change a tire by myself. An excellent lesson. No reason the Kid can't start ahead of the game.
I jack up the car, pull off the tire, and pull the spare out of the trunk. I press it with a finger. Nice and tight. Hooray for preparation! I pull it out of the trunk, wheel it over to the wheel well, and .... what the hell is that noise? I hear a faint hiss. I roll the spare over. The hiss gets louder. A giant nail is sticking out of my spare tire. I pull out the nail and the tire sounds like an untied balloon that someone just let go.
Are. you. kidding. me.
Saturday. Shot.
At least the Kid is learning the important stuff.

3 comments:
O.M.G. That video is beyond cute.
M, you really need to get something court ordered if you haven't already.
And "yay" (heavy sarcasm here) to C paying off his debt. That just totally ticks me off.
Maybe have a word with him about the importance of his obligation to his DD instead of the creditors.
It's an ugly situation. BTDT.
((HUGS))
Where are all these nails coming from??
Hey M,
I'm feeling really pissy, you want me to hop a flight down there and have a "word" with C about his responsibility to his daughter? Quite frankly, if I were you, I wouldn't have a word, I'd have a mafia guy rough him up a bit! Jerk.
Pam's right. The video is just too cute! Mush those cheeks for me!
Oana--the nails come from Jersey. I know this because I haven't had a flat tire in a while and that's usually the cause.
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