mood: irritated

music: We Were Soldiers Soundtrack: Sgt. McKenzie

I seem to have the worst luck with cars. They break down, they blow up, they just randomly quit working on me. For instance, on Friday I got a flat tire out at the church construction site. No biggie, though I was having dark thoughts as I changed the tire in severe heat and a beating sun. I figured that the spare would work for a few days.

It didn't.

I was driving down the road when it gave out...I knew that it would eventually, but I didn't expect it to go so quickly. It just all of a sudden started thumping as the driver side of my car went down a few inches. People were pulling up beside me, waving frantically and pointing to my tire, as though the fact that I had my blinkers on didn't alert them to the fact that I was already aware of the problem. And I had to get to work. The first place I stopped for air had a machine not only blocked off by a trailer, but the machine wanted 50 cents for air! HA! Nobody in their right mind would pay for air. I finally got to another gas station (One that didn't want to charge me for air) And discovered that my spare tire would no longer hold air. At all. Shnopping dandy. I called work, called my parents, but in the end, just decided to take care of it myself. My boss showed up to give me a ride, and was also nice enough to take me to the tire center to get a new front tire, which cost me $40. Grr.

I always seem to get the short end of the car stick...even when I'm trying to take care of the cars. Pixel may now make some cynical comments about my automotive maintainence habits. :-p