Little Discourage

How many people does it take to change a tire?

Apparently about seven...as long as one of them has AAA.

So Sunday night I was leaving our Holiday Work Meeting, with Serena in my car, when something felt funny and I pulled over. Lo and behold, I had a flat tire. Luckily, most of the staff were still around so I had no fewer than 10 people come over to offer assistance.

I have actually never changed a tire, to be honest. I think I am finally to the point where I could change one if I needed to, but so far in my life, I have never really needed to.

Anyway, that's what guy friends, boyfriends, dads, and random strangers are for, which is exactly what happened Sunday night. I had barely yelled out, "I have a flat tire!" before everyone was over there jacking the car up, making inappropriate "That's what she said" jokes, and then...discovering that the tire was stuck. The lug nuts were off, yet the tire was hanging on like no one's business.

It's disconcerting to see your car on a jack and hear people say words like, "stuck" and "corroded." Then they started asking me when I last got tires, which of course, I couldn't remember. I am not smrt when it comes to cars-I just do what I'm told, when I'm told. (Except for this last oil change, which I put off for way too long. Sorry, car.)

Once we couldn't get the tire off, Ben, who has AAA, called to report the problem and we were given a 70 minute ETA. So we spent the next 70 minutes: playing nerf football, getting wet/hiding under umbrellas, making jokes, gossiping, trying to fix the tire by pouring coke on it (Thanks, Serena!), etc.

I appreciated everyone staying, but I also felt bad since I know most of them had better things to do. Serena reminded me, though, that everyone was there on their own accord (Well, almost everyone, haha.)

AAA got there at about 1230am, an hour and a half after we had called them. I was staying positive, but had this little voice in the back of my head that kept saying I would have to get my car towed and wouldn't be going home that night. That, my friends, would have been horrrrible news. Luckily, though, the AAA guy had super quads and after a few kicks, had loosened my tire and had it replaced before I could even offer to kiss him on the mouth in thanks.

Black

Last night, as I tucked in under my blanket on Serena's couch, wearing my clothes from the day, yet on my own pillow, I said, "See, it's a good thing I never take things out of my car."

She and I went to a new martini bar in the area last night to check it out. Our official review is that we're definitely going back, but it might be a better place to take a group than to meet someone new. On the way back to her place, my car fell into a crater, and emerged with a flat tire. Because we at first just thought it threw off my alignment, we continued on to her apartment where I was going to cautiously inspect the damage. Well, the damage was that my car wasn't going anywhere for the time being so, the good friend that she is, Serena offered her couch up for the night. (Thank you!)

While I don't exactly drive around with pajamas in my car, I do happen to have a really bad habit of never taking things inside when I get home. So, in my backseat and in various bags I had: a blanket (actually, 2), a pillow, extra knickers*, jeans, t-shirt, new hoodie**, socks, eyeliner***, and a headband. Laziness**** has finally worked out in my favor! I was able to go to work today looking slightly decent and not skank-nasty.


However, I wasn't feeling my hottest, so Superlative Results will be posted later:) Please check back in.


Oh, and no, I didn't go out for St. Patrick's Day. There's a donut on my car and I'm not a big fan of the Irish so I'm at home. It's okay, though. St. Patty's Day means nothing to me if I can't wear my, "I'm Scottish, But Kiss Me Anyway"**** shirt.

XO,
SVR (Not Wearing Green)


*Normally I wouldn't talk about my knickers, but I wouldn't want common thought to be that I either went commando today or well,...no.
**I HATE the word "hoodie" and hate to use it, but it's easier sometimes, unfortunately.
**Thank God. Suriously.
***Laziness when getting home, ok!? I'm not a lazy person, I just hate to make multiple trips inside once I'm there so inevitably stuff gets left in my car.
****All you fuckers get to say you're Irish today, so I get to say I'm Scottish, okay?