Grumpy!
I woke up this morning in a pretty darn good mood, feeling pretty good about the way things have been going the last few days. The kidlet has settled down, hubby has been doing okay at work. Both of these things bode well for my mood.
Then I went out for a coffee at the local Tim Horton’s. It’s located about 20 blocks from where I live. As I entered the drive thru line, someone came up and tapped on my window. Rolling it down, I groaned as the person told me “Do you know you have a flat front tire?”
Damn!
Well, I was already in the drive thru line, so I went through and I know I should have stopped and changed the tire in the next convenient spot, but I opted for driving to the nearest gas station in hopes of putting some air in the tire. Upon arriving there, I discovered they did not have any air. <insert explicatives here>
I drove the remaining way home and parked the car.
See, I know I can’t necessarily change the tire myself as my sore shoulder would surely pay the price. And while hubby can’t necessarily change it either (he has a bad arm too,) I figured that at the least, I would wait till he woke up and we could fire up the air compressor and use the tools to get the tire off. Well that was 6 hours ago and hubby is still sleeping.
Normally his sleeping this late wouldn’t bother me as I understand he had a long day yesterday, but the fact that he was awake till 2 in the morning on his laptop, kinda adds fuel to my fire, increasing my grumpiness.
So, I’ve since been outside and realized I have not a clue as to how to use the stupid dinky jack that the car manufacturer includes with the car. I’ve had it out, stuck it up, tried to raise the car up, but I’m afraid of getting it in the wrong spot and having the car come crashing down.
I’m still not hip on using my sore shoulder either.
All this frustration and it’s only step one of what should be a fairly simple process, right? Nope. Question is did I wreck the tire by driving on it. Next question is do I care? After that, then do I fix that tire and get it put on the car, or do I just get the spare on the car and drive it up to the tire place and have my winter tires put on, leaving the “is the tire wrecked” question till next spring.
Blah and double blah and a whole bunch of other bad words I am thinking but dare not speak!
Bye for now.
Ok I need the rest of the story on this one PB— what did you do?
btw I had a flat on the way to work once in the bimmmer I pulled over into a parking lot it was dark. I got the jack out, I loosened the lugs, I jacked up the car and as I was trying to get the tire off the car rolled— apparently the parking lot was on a hill and you are suppose to use those triangle things on the other tires… oh good news though I only bruised my hand because the car landed on my hand which was on the tire and the tire cushioned my hand.
I called Sue with the one hand that was not caught. She had to get kids and drive to where I was. I got my hand out and then decided to finish changing the tire— I was already in pain at least this way I was not concentrating on it. By the time Sue got there I just asked her to tighten the lugs. I was going to work— she said after the doctor LOL
Lots of lessons learned on that one
hugs,
cj
cj
October 27, 2008 at 7:51 am