Hate the mechanic who fixed my tire: I blew out on the frigging freeway today. I got the tire fixed YESTERDAY to prevent exactly this from happening. I was driving to work, minding my own freaking business, when my car veered violently to the right and I heard that blown-out tire noise. Fortunately, the cars around me were paying attention and got the heck out of the way before I smashed them, and I was able to pull out of traffic.
Love Progressive Insurance: I called roadside assistance, and they sent someone. It took a while, but they were there and there were no games or bull, and I didn’t have to try and maneuver changing a tire in the middle of the freaking 101 in rush hour.
Love the California Highway Patrol: The officer came up and told me to back the car up and to the right a little to get a little further out of traffic. Because I don’t have the sense God gave a cantaloupe, I couldn’t start the car. Why, you ask? Because I had left the headlights on. So he had to jump the battery. I’m not sure he believed me when I told him I wasn’t normally this stupid.
Love Travis from Road Medic: Once he got there, he had the tire changed in about 17 seconds. Plus, he was polite and cute as a bug. And he apologized that I had to wait so long.
Moral of the story: Don’t be a cheapskate. Just buy a new frigging tire.
1 comment:
So glad you're ok, man. I neeeeeed you in my liiiiiiiiiiiife!! (Ok, enough weird schmoopy confessions; sorry!)
By the way, you have more sense than a cantaloupe. I've seen those things, and boy, they're dumb.
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