WOW what a day
Oct. 19th, 2017 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nansliceSo today I got in my car and started it up to go to work and as I'm driving down the street I realize immediately something's wrong. So I turn around and get back home and lo and behold, I have a completely flat tire. I'd just looked at my tires last night because I've had a slow leak in one, but apparently the leak decided to go ahead and be a fast leak.
So I take the tire off and put the donut on, with plans to drive to Wal-Mart and replace it. Off my mom and I go (because I'd not cashed my check yet, I needed her to pay for the tire and I was going to pay her back) and as I'm driving, something terrible goes wrong. The donut goes completely flat and kind of falling apart???? So I turn into this abandoned looking parking lot and call my sister and tell her what's going on and she tells me she'll come get us.
So we're waiting and this old pickup truck pulled in and this little old man with missing teeth and long hair steps out and was like "y'all got yerselves a flat?" which yeah, and he sees the wheel in the truck of the jeep and was like "I can take yer tire down there to the shop, they got free air there." And I was like shit, yeah, cool, so away he goes with my tire and I go ahead and take the donut off and this other little old man comes walking up and is like "looks like y'all got a flat tire" and tells us he has an air compressor if we need some air so we tell him about the first little old man who came and of course the second old man knows the first old man.
And then this big fancy pickup truck pulls up and in it is another old man who asks if we need help and I tell him that someone else is helping but thanks so much and away he goes.
Anyway the first old man comes back with the tire and then he takes the donut to get air and I put the tire back on (it's hissing and we see a damn nail in it, which is the cause of all the trouble) and follow him to the store where he's putting air in it.
After that, Mom and I head to wal-mart to actually replace the tire because it can't be repaired (the nail is too close to the tire wall, if I repair it it could just burst). We end up hanging around there for an hour and a half waiting for it to be replaced.
Now I'm about to head to my therapy session hahahaHAHAHA.
(But it was very cool that so many people stopped to help)
So I take the tire off and put the donut on, with plans to drive to Wal-Mart and replace it. Off my mom and I go (because I'd not cashed my check yet, I needed her to pay for the tire and I was going to pay her back) and as I'm driving, something terrible goes wrong. The donut goes completely flat and kind of falling apart???? So I turn into this abandoned looking parking lot and call my sister and tell her what's going on and she tells me she'll come get us.
So we're waiting and this old pickup truck pulled in and this little old man with missing teeth and long hair steps out and was like "y'all got yerselves a flat?" which yeah, and he sees the wheel in the truck of the jeep and was like "I can take yer tire down there to the shop, they got free air there." And I was like shit, yeah, cool, so away he goes with my tire and I go ahead and take the donut off and this other little old man comes walking up and is like "looks like y'all got a flat tire" and tells us he has an air compressor if we need some air so we tell him about the first little old man who came and of course the second old man knows the first old man.
And then this big fancy pickup truck pulls up and in it is another old man who asks if we need help and I tell him that someone else is helping but thanks so much and away he goes.
Anyway the first old man comes back with the tire and then he takes the donut to get air and I put the tire back on (it's hissing and we see a damn nail in it, which is the cause of all the trouble) and follow him to the store where he's putting air in it.
After that, Mom and I head to wal-mart to actually replace the tire because it can't be repaired (the nail is too close to the tire wall, if I repair it it could just burst). We end up hanging around there for an hour and a half waiting for it to be replaced.
Now I'm about to head to my therapy session hahahaHAHAHA.
(But it was very cool that so many people stopped to help)
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Date: 2017-10-20 12:14 pm (UTC)And aw, that was so nice! I love when little old men do that kind of stuff, dig their hands deep in their pockets and pull out change and scraps of paper and lint. Like I don't know how it actually went but I'm just picturing it in my mind. ♥