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Jan. 2nd, 2002 12:11 pmso new year's eve we go out, and get in my car - back it out of the parking space, and discovcer that one of my tires is flat. so we park it, and then take josh's car. not a problem, i think.
then next morning, we discover that both tires on the driver's side are flat. huh. my grandfather suggests a conspiracy theory, of someone letting out the air in my tires. i agree that it is a possibility. we take off one of the tires - it's got a nail in it. we leave the other tire alone - assume it's the same thing. since it's new year's, we do *not* try and patch the tires, as we assume nowhere will be open. It's really just about time for me to get new tires, anyway, so i'm not too worried. we go out to walmart - turns out they don't have, and can't get the size tires for my car. huh. so i look up pep boys - they don't have them either. I jump to the conclusion that if walmart doesn't have them, neither does sam's, and that finding tires for my car is going to *suck*. I begin to get upset. somewhere in here, i also call roadside assistance, and they say - nothing we can do because it's new years, if you are in a safe place and your car is in a sdafe place - we can do something for you tomorrow. how lovely. my father discovers that sam's does have tires for me, so i plan to take it there today.
i mean to get up early, but it just doesn't happen. by the time I *do* get up, it's snowing. (damn) we decide that it's just easier to get my car towed to sam's (it's free, after all) that to try and fool with the whole tire thing. i call roadside assistance again - there's a two hour wait for a tow truck. okay, i think. i've already called sam's and they are busy - can probably fit me in at some point.
so my grandfather calls again in this mess (twice, actually) and tells me that there is a one in a million chance of me picking up two nails in my tires at the same time, and thus, someone hates me, and wants an itinerary of where i've been the past two weeks. (you have GOT to be kidding me.) i tell him no, that i've been parking near a construction site sometimes, and that's probably where i got them from. he doesn't believe me, and why don't i believe him, anyway? ugh. after i decide to wait for the tow truck, my father calls - apparently I have made the wrong decision. because if I had just gone and gotten it plugged, then, it would already be done, and I would be in line at sam's - not to mention the fact that they may close early because of the snow.
so I've discovered one reason why I don't like to make decisions - because they're wrong, no matter what. now to overcome. and now to figure out whether to go and get my tire plugged, and then take it to sam's, or not. ugh.
then next morning, we discover that both tires on the driver's side are flat. huh. my grandfather suggests a conspiracy theory, of someone letting out the air in my tires. i agree that it is a possibility. we take off one of the tires - it's got a nail in it. we leave the other tire alone - assume it's the same thing. since it's new year's, we do *not* try and patch the tires, as we assume nowhere will be open. It's really just about time for me to get new tires, anyway, so i'm not too worried. we go out to walmart - turns out they don't have, and can't get the size tires for my car. huh. so i look up pep boys - they don't have them either. I jump to the conclusion that if walmart doesn't have them, neither does sam's, and that finding tires for my car is going to *suck*. I begin to get upset. somewhere in here, i also call roadside assistance, and they say - nothing we can do because it's new years, if you are in a safe place and your car is in a sdafe place - we can do something for you tomorrow. how lovely. my father discovers that sam's does have tires for me, so i plan to take it there today.
i mean to get up early, but it just doesn't happen. by the time I *do* get up, it's snowing. (damn) we decide that it's just easier to get my car towed to sam's (it's free, after all) that to try and fool with the whole tire thing. i call roadside assistance again - there's a two hour wait for a tow truck. okay, i think. i've already called sam's and they are busy - can probably fit me in at some point.
so my grandfather calls again in this mess (twice, actually) and tells me that there is a one in a million chance of me picking up two nails in my tires at the same time, and thus, someone hates me, and wants an itinerary of where i've been the past two weeks. (you have GOT to be kidding me.) i tell him no, that i've been parking near a construction site sometimes, and that's probably where i got them from. he doesn't believe me, and why don't i believe him, anyway? ugh. after i decide to wait for the tow truck, my father calls - apparently I have made the wrong decision. because if I had just gone and gotten it plugged, then, it would already be done, and I would be in line at sam's - not to mention the fact that they may close early because of the snow.
so I've discovered one reason why I don't like to make decisions - because they're wrong, no matter what. now to overcome. and now to figure out whether to go and get my tire plugged, and then take it to sam's, or not. ugh.
