Flat Tire blues II

Yip that's right folks yesterday I went out to drive my truck only to discover my tire was flat again! Apparently the tire people didn't fix it the first time...so back I went again.  I was really pissed if the truth be told and there was some pretty explicit  language being expressed and tossed around the yard.  Because 1) I had another flat tire 2) I  had to cancel coffee with a friend. and 3) the tire was  "supposedly" fixed! I manged to fill it and get back to the tire folks again.  Where they told me there was a huge gash in my tire which I don't possibly know how they missed the first time but there it was - I saw it with my own eyes.  And I was quite sad because this time the tire was not fixable as you can imagine so I got to plunk down $450 for two new tires...Because my "spare" tire was a right off  in addition to the flat one.  However, as now all 4 of my tires on said truck are all covered by warranty. I am sure nothing will happen now which is a bit of piece of mind.  I think the guy that helped me was trying to be nice by saying well now all your tires match.  'Cause you know how important the esthetics of my tires are too me...oh so important NOT! Anyways I am now hoping my tire and truck saga for 2010 are now over and there won't be any repeats!

Flat tire blues

Can I just say that there are days when I really dislike my singleness (if that's a word) today was one of those days.  Last night I had a meeting at 7:30 so when I got to my truck in the pitch darkness and attempted to drive out of the drive way I didn't get very far why? Well because I had a big old flat tire!  It was too dark to do anything about it and thankfully one of my roommates kindly lent me her car or I would have missed the meeting.  So this morning that's what I didn't look forward to taking care of...the flat tire.  Now I should mention though I am actually embarrassed to say but I have never changed a flat tire.  I like to drive my vehicle and leave the mechanics including tires to others perferably those that know what they are doing.  This is one of the reasons that I sometimes envy couples I mean you always have someone to convince or at least try to convince into doing the things you hate dealing with such as flat tires.  So this morning in the cold and wind there I was trying to literally pry my spare flat tire from underneath my truck.  Pry?  Yes pry. It became very apparent that after having not been moved, touched or even looked at after about 10 years my spare tire was completely flat and almost impossible to get to because all the nuts, bolts, hooks and whatever's that hold it in place had rusted....in place.  It took me the better part of an hour and tons of WD40 to pry that sucker loose all while trying to convince 4 dogs that I didn't want to play, or throw balls, and attempting to stop them from playing and flinging dirt in my direction from what I personally believe is a big pile of pee ridden bark mulch/dirt.  This was a day when I really questioned why did I and that mechanic I dated years ago break up?  Why would I do that when he clearly provided multiple services other than in the bedroom?  I mean I know why and and don't regret it but today was one of those days when I really questioned my judgement and started to think maybe arranged marriages where the way to go? One of my requirements would obviously be "must be able and willing to change flat tires and other car things". 

I am not trying to be a big whiner here though I think I am doing a pretty good job.  I mean I am a strong independent women who can take care of herself, earn money, pay for food and clothes but whom also likes someone else in my life to take care of the shite I hate doing such as changing flat tires.  Thankfully I made it to the tire place with just filling my tire with air and not having to attempt to actually change the tire because those lug nuts were looking very ominous!  I was lucky to arrive at the garage in a lull and actually to quote myself said "I had a very flat tire this morning and I just want it fixed."  I didn't even ask how much and personally by this time didn't care. It could have cost $200 and I would have paid it because I just wanted it taken care of. And even better they didn't charge me.  Sweet!  So I guess lesson learned on changing flat tires, keeping the spare filled and auto-parts oiled and greased because had that happened anywhere other than our drive way I would have been seriously screwed...and calling a tow-truck may have been in order.   I think my parents would be glad that I experienced a new life lesson and added some more character building to my character.  All it did for me was realize again how much I hate dealing with everything single thing on my own.  So there coupledom singletown isn't always rosy posy.  

Food For Thought
I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire. ~ Roy Orbison

Is this a sign of a bad day?

 

Have you ever had one of those days....you know where there are signs everywhere that you should just go home or should never have left home to begin with?  Well I had one last week.  My day started out well, actually good in fact then it all went downhill from there.

I had uploaded some of my digital pictures to Lens & Shutter for development and I was headed downtown Victoria to pick them up.  I was pretty excited since in the 4 years or so I have owned my digital camera I have been incredibly bad about getting pictures developed...I always had some sort of excuse not to but I had finally bit the bullet and had chosen 3 "experimental" prints to be blown up.  I was able to find a good parking spot downtown with a meter a block away from where I needed to go this was a good sign or so I thought!

So perhaps it was that I was overcome with excitement of picking up those pictures and seeing how great they had turned out that I failed to realize that I had stepped in POO on the way back to my vehicle.  Trust me this in an intergal part of my story.  I didn't notice until I had pulled out into traffic on my way to do an errand for my mum.  There was this god awful smell coming from well me!  And it was Poo!  And it was horrible, horrible.  The smell was not made better by the heat of the day and the fact that my truck cab basically in the heat is like a small very hot greenhouse sans air conditioning!  I made my way to the book store my next errand.  I quickly found a small patch of grass and began to vigorously purge my shoe of the poo....or so I thought.

I went into the rather small book store only to find my self in line behind two older women 1 who was returning books for money and in no hurry to find a few more asking about this author and that author... the other lady was a Margret Atwood look alike who wanted to purchase a box set of DVD's only to discover that the store only took cash or debit card. This would have been fine except that she didn't know what a debit card was, even my 90 year old grampa used a friggin debit card, until the cashier explained what it wasto her and I quote her reply "oh the thing I put into the wall?"  Jesus who doesn't know what a debit card is or that Mastercard is in fact a credit card so that when someone says we don't take credit cards your answer isn't how about Mastercard, do you take that? 

This all seemed to take forever before I was served which really on any other day wouldn't have mattered except that all I could smell was POO! I felt like I was made of POO that it was eminating from me for everyone in the 10 by 20 foot store to smell so I was doing my best to get in and out as fast as I could...before it became obvious to everyone that it was I that smelled of poo, that I was eminating that hianous smell. 

I finally get out of the store and I figure with the windows down in my truck  maybe I don't smell POO, you know maybe it's my imagination.  NOPE!  I nearly died of the toxic  poo fumes on my way home seriously!  I was planning on one more errand but since I was near vomiting and passing out in my truck I decided to head home. 

On the way home a rock from a passing car on the highway came flying into my truck hitting my windshield and ricocheting into my passenger seat! Scaring the poo out of me, figuratively not literally!  That was it, the final sign that I was not meant to be out that day! I made it home alive where I took off my shoes immediately and took a rather long hot shower to rid myself of any poo smell.

The worst part of the poo was till this day I am unsure it it was dog or people poo.  In down town Victoria it really could have been either.  I think it may have been human poo because I have never smelled dog poo that was so heinous smelling.

Food For Thought

“ I don't want to be stinky poo poo girl, I want to be happy flower child." ~ Drew Barrymore