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We had a half day of school today. I seized the opportunity to get to some shops I can't usually go to during the week because they close early/I'm too lazy to drive to at the end of the day. Getting in the TT at one stop I noticed the back rear driver's side tire was low. Had been that way a few weeks ago too, so I figured it was a slow leak from a nail or something, no big deal. Call Pooh, ask him if he wants me to stop and fill it up or just come home. He says to come home and he'd take care of it, so I head in that direction.
Well I knew what it was when I heard the light "flump flump flump" of the tire and looked for a good place to pull off. Realizing I wasn't going to make it to the apartment complex a little ways up the street (the flumping was much louder now), I turned onto Leesville - but going the wrong way. Fortunately I was able to do a U turn (much to the dismay of the people pulling up at the light) and pull off on to a side street.
And do I have my AAA card with me? Nope. Call Pooh, who says, "Are you OK, or do you want me to come". Heh, what a silly question! I have never changed a tire in my life, and while I am a fairly smart girl and was sure I could probably figure it out, I wasn't about to do it on this cold wet nasty day.
So I have to wait for him to arrive. Sat in the car for the first few minutes, but then figured I'd start hauling out the spare. Pooh of course left boxes in the trunk, so I'm unloading crap to get to the tire well. Meanwhile, cars on both Millbrook and Leesville can quite obviously see me there pondering changing my own tire. A few people even pull into the neighborhood on the street where I am parked. Does anyone roll down the window and ask if I need help? Of course I would have said "oh no, my husband's on the way, I'm fine, thank you!" I mean I don't think I looked scary, I was still in my work clothes so I was fairly well dressed and didn't look like a bum or anything. And it was cold. And rainy. And I'm a semi-cute blonde. But for 20 minutes, nothing. Damn people.
I debated setting up the orange triangle caution flags and lighting the flares that were in the toolkit (just kidding about the flares, I think) so that when Pooh drove up it would be very dramatic, but opted not to. Turns out I was too wimpy to turn the lug nuts anyway, good thing I made him drive over.
Oh and the nail had cause the whole tire to split. We ended up getting 4 new tires. Who knew tires were so expensive.
We finished off the night with Mexican for dinner and a new purse. Always the best way to make a girl happy. Purses and margaritas.
Well I knew what it was when I heard the light "flump flump flump" of the tire and looked for a good place to pull off. Realizing I wasn't going to make it to the apartment complex a little ways up the street (the flumping was much louder now), I turned onto Leesville - but going the wrong way. Fortunately I was able to do a U turn (much to the dismay of the people pulling up at the light) and pull off on to a side street.
And do I have my AAA card with me? Nope. Call Pooh, who says, "Are you OK, or do you want me to come". Heh, what a silly question! I have never changed a tire in my life, and while I am a fairly smart girl and was sure I could probably figure it out, I wasn't about to do it on this cold wet nasty day.
So I have to wait for him to arrive. Sat in the car for the first few minutes, but then figured I'd start hauling out the spare. Pooh of course left boxes in the trunk, so I'm unloading crap to get to the tire well. Meanwhile, cars on both Millbrook and Leesville can quite obviously see me there pondering changing my own tire. A few people even pull into the neighborhood on the street where I am parked. Does anyone roll down the window and ask if I need help? Of course I would have said "oh no, my husband's on the way, I'm fine, thank you!" I mean I don't think I looked scary, I was still in my work clothes so I was fairly well dressed and didn't look like a bum or anything. And it was cold. And rainy. And I'm a semi-cute blonde. But for 20 minutes, nothing. Damn people.
I debated setting up the orange triangle caution flags and lighting the flares that were in the toolkit (just kidding about the flares, I think) so that when Pooh drove up it would be very dramatic, but opted not to. Turns out I was too wimpy to turn the lug nuts anyway, good thing I made him drive over.
Oh and the nail had cause the whole tire to split. We ended up getting 4 new tires. Who knew tires were so expensive.
We finished off the night with Mexican for dinner and a new purse. Always the best way to make a girl happy. Purses and margaritas.