November 09, 2004
Good morning, world! Did you sleep well? I did. *yawn*
Looks to be a good day outside, weather is getting cooler and that puts me in an infinitely better mood. There's nothing like 80 degree weather in November to make a girl cranky. We're still in the weird, in-between stage of winter and summer clothes, but that's okay. Actually, this far south, you can never put away your summer clothes entirely. You just never know. Winter is fickle down here- I distinctly remember wearing shorts one Christmas.
Anyway.
Last night after work, I skipped happily out to my car, delighted to be going home, only to find a flat tire. Oh goodie. Luckily, the maintenance guy had a compressed airtank and he pumped it back up for me (enough to get me home). I'm really quite inept when it comes to flat-tires. I think there's a spare in the trunk, but I'm not entirely sure. I think I could put in some fix-a-flat if I had to, but it's an untested theory. I know I couldn't change the tire if I needed to. I'm pretty useless when it comes to car emergencies, mostly because I'm just not interested in learning how to do it.
Shameful, I know.
Well, that's my confession for the day. And that's all you're getting out of me, buddy. This ain't Taxicab Confessions, after all.
I actually know how to change the flat... and where the spare tire is... altho I'm not sure I could get the lug nuts off... or actually change the tire...
Perhaps if my life depended on it... and then again... maybe not...
But I don't want to...
Being on the side of the road changing a flat tire...is a very vulnerable position... nowhere to run to if the wrong guy stops...
I'd rather call for help... cell phones do have their moments...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at November 9, 2004 11:49 AMSomething about the South, though, where guys help you with those sorts of things. A number of times I've stopped in Baton Rouge to check something on my car. At one gas station in particular: once, when I stopped to put a little air in the tire, before I had the little thing on the thing (you know, that thing that has the air in it and that thing you put it on in the tire), a guy popped over to see if I needed help; a few months later, I stopped to check the oil (but didn't need gas, so just pulled up by the station), and before I had hte hood propped up some guy was over to see if I needed help. That would NEVER happen up north, except maybe in rural areas. It amuses me if nothing else. :)
Posted by: Jeannette at November 9, 2004 12:34 PMAnd you're right, of course... that happens for me, too... just raise the hood and a knight in shining armor appears on the scene... so far, praise God... I've only had knights show up when I've played the damsel in distress... but rumor has it that there are wicked knights out there, too... begone, bad guys...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at November 9, 2004 04:12 PMI admit it - I'd be up the creek sans paddle if I got a flat tire. Yes, I suppose I could figure it out, but I'd be hoping that one of those knights would show up before I even figured out where the jack is located on my car, ha ha.
BTW, I just got new tires at Costco, and I *think* they do repairs for free when you buy your tires there. Also free rotations and whatnot. I'm such a tramp for Costco. :)
Posted by: Michelle at November 9, 2004 11:15 PMI totally enjoy being a girl. I've changed flats, chopped wood, mowed lawns, supported a household etc., etc. but like Aunt Vickie said, I don't want to!
I will use the girl excuse to get out of lots of things and it doesn't bother my conscience one bit! and do it graciously, you know like "Oh my GOODNESS, I don't know ANYTHING about mechanics, they just don't TEACH girls these things..." or add (whimper and whine first)"Oh DEAR, this is SO heavy and I'm so weak" and then of course afterwards, the appreciative "Oh MY, how STRONG you are, THANK you" or "You're so SMART to know how to fix that whatcha-ma-hooey under the hood." Men love that stuff.
And now-a-days I'm very lucky-
A: I have a husband and,
B: He bought me a cell phone!
