When an embarrassing thing happens to me, I love sharing it. In this case it wasn't entirely humiliating and didn't involve just myself, but nevertheless was semi awkward.
Last Tuesday (April 28) I had to finish printing a project at 7 a.m. before my graphic design class at 8 a.m. I got up at 6:30 and got ready and walked out to my car around 6:45 only to find my front right tire was completely flat. Was this punishment for procrastination? Was it karma? What in the world would make it so that at this exact moment in time, when slowness was not an option, something like this would happen?
Regardless, I momentarily panicked and decided I had to walk briskly to the library where I could print my stuff. I also had my shaver with the intent of doing so in the car, but ended up having to shave while walking across campus. It was quite hilarious.
The rest of the week I had no time to tend to my flat tire because of busy school work. On Friday night I called Brother Ladle (my sister's father-in-law) and asked if he had a tire pressure pump thing and he came Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. to see if he could help (thank you Brother Ladle!) He tried to fill the tire with air and it wasn't filling, and he didn't have much time so he had to get going. So my friend Mike and I decided to put the spare tire on. We jacked the car up (which was a hilarious process all on its own...) and got it high enough to where the tire was off the asphalt. We used the wrench thing to get the five lug nuts off and they came off easily. Then, all heck broke loose.
We tried to pull the tire off the car but it would not budge. We huffed, and we puffed, and we showed that tire what was up; still to no prevail. Even the ultimate way of fixing something (try kicking it) didn't even work! After a few minutes we realized that there was a lug nut in the dead center of the tire that appeared to be keeping the tire connected to the car. I didn't have a wrench the size of this lug nut so I was hopeless. So the next step? Call Triple A.
Well, I searched everywhere for my Triple A card my dad sent me a year ago. I thought it was in my wallet but it wasn't. I searched my room high and low...nothing. I called my dad to see if he had my Triple A number or something and he didn't. Just after the conversation I found a piece of paper I had written my Triple A number on and was so thankful. I called them and they sent someone out; his name was Barney.
Barney arrived at 9:45 a.m. in my parking lot in his HUGE, LOUD-ON-A-SATURDAY-MORNING truck. He was a nice guy with magical fingers, because all he had to do was touch the tire and the tire slid off as smooth as butter. Oops!...our bad! I don't know what happened! but it was very embarrassing. I mean, he literally grabbed the tire and slid it off extremely easily. Why couldn't we do it? He explained that the lug nut in the center of the tire wasn't holding anything together. Our jaws dropped open. We were shocked. He kinda chuckled at us and said it was no big deal and then said, "Since I'm here can I put your spare tire on so I feel like I did something?" It was quite humiliating. We didn't know what to say. And still don't.
Last Tuesday (April 28) I had to finish printing a project at 7 a.m. before my graphic design class at 8 a.m. I got up at 6:30 and got ready and walked out to my car around 6:45 only to find my front right tire was completely flat. Was this punishment for procrastination? Was it karma? What in the world would make it so that at this exact moment in time, when slowness was not an option, something like this would happen?
Regardless, I momentarily panicked and decided I had to walk briskly to the library where I could print my stuff. I also had my shaver with the intent of doing so in the car, but ended up having to shave while walking across campus. It was quite hilarious.
The rest of the week I had no time to tend to my flat tire because of busy school work. On Friday night I called Brother Ladle (my sister's father-in-law) and asked if he had a tire pressure pump thing and he came Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. to see if he could help (thank you Brother Ladle!) He tried to fill the tire with air and it wasn't filling, and he didn't have much time so he had to get going. So my friend Mike and I decided to put the spare tire on. We jacked the car up (which was a hilarious process all on its own...) and got it high enough to where the tire was off the asphalt. We used the wrench thing to get the five lug nuts off and they came off easily. Then, all heck broke loose.
We tried to pull the tire off the car but it would not budge. We huffed, and we puffed, and we showed that tire what was up; still to no prevail. Even the ultimate way of fixing something (try kicking it) didn't even work! After a few minutes we realized that there was a lug nut in the dead center of the tire that appeared to be keeping the tire connected to the car. I didn't have a wrench the size of this lug nut so I was hopeless. So the next step? Call Triple A.
Well, I searched everywhere for my Triple A card my dad sent me a year ago. I thought it was in my wallet but it wasn't. I searched my room high and low...nothing. I called my dad to see if he had my Triple A number or something and he didn't. Just after the conversation I found a piece of paper I had written my Triple A number on and was so thankful. I called them and they sent someone out; his name was Barney.
Barney arrived at 9:45 a.m. in my parking lot in his HUGE, LOUD-ON-A-SATURDAY-MORNING truck. He was a nice guy with magical fingers, because all he had to do was touch the tire and the tire slid off as smooth as butter. Oops!...our bad! I don't know what happened! but it was very embarrassing. I mean, he literally grabbed the tire and slid it off extremely easily. Why couldn't we do it? He explained that the lug nut in the center of the tire wasn't holding anything together. Our jaws dropped open. We were shocked. He kinda chuckled at us and said it was no big deal and then said, "Since I'm here can I put your spare tire on so I feel like I did something?" It was quite humiliating. We didn't know what to say. And still don't.
3 comments:
hahahahahaha oh shoot Craig!!! procrastination is right we told you about that tire when I lost at Mario!!!!! hahahahahaha I am glad it's fixed. Oh and I wouldve had you babbysit but you said only to get ice cream... the temple takes a lot longer!! lol
wow craig. dad failed you in the "jobs-of-a-man" department.
Wait a minute!!!! How did I fail? Was I supposed to fly out there and change the tire myself? That would have been really costly!!! Great bit of writing son. So go the lessons of life. They pop up here and there and can be DEFLATING at times!!! Bad joke.
Love you. Thanks for calling Mom today and wishing her a Happy Mothers' Day. She had to tell it was Mother's Day first thing this morning. I am getting old. Love Dad
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