I woke up feeling good even though I didn't sleep well or enough last night. I got out of bed early enough to take my time in the shower and do my hair. I felt super cute and confident in my new shirt and shoes. I left the house on time.
Needless to say I was pretty dang proud of myself when I got in my car. I may even have thought to myself, "I am finally getting the hang of this morning thing!" The fact that I thought that was probably a good indication that something was going to go wrong.
And sure enough, I was about half a block from home when I felt the car doing something weird. It felt like a flat tire but I hadn't felt any kind of pop, so my initial thought was that I was imagining things and to just get to work. But I decided to be safe and pulled into the little plaza at the end of my street and sure enough, my rear passenger side tire was flat. Not just a little flat, but on the ground flat. And my spare was also flat (which I kinda knew but wasn't too worried about . . . good job, Ica). And of course there isn't a single open WiFi network anywhere in the plaza so I had to call Jerbs, who graciously texted me some phone numbers for towing companies.
So I waited for a tow truck to come and take me to Discount Tire (which cost me $65, yay). Then the guy at Discount Tire who looked at my car was all, "Haha, hope you weren't on your way to work!" Thanks, dude. I waited and waited and waited at Discount Tire and fortunately, they were able to repair my tire. I really thought I'd have to buy a new one and I wasn't looking forward to spending that much money. There was a little staple in my tire, so I'm assuming it was just a slow leak that I didn't notice and it just happened to go out today.
I didn't leave Discount Tire until just after 10:30 and--because I just can't win--they were painting stripes on the exit I take from the highway so that added a good 5 minutes to my time. By the time I got to work it was almost 11. Because being 2.5 hours late to work is just the best way to start a week, right?
As aggravating as it was, I found myself feeling very grateful that I ended up not going to Kingman this weekend, because then I wouldn't have had much extra money and paying for the tow would have been horrible. Plus, I don't know when I ran over that staple, so what if my tire had blown on the way to Kingman? Just goes to show that there's a reason for everything.
I'm just glad my tire's fixed, glad my boss and co-workers are understanding about random BS like this, glad that I had the money to take care of it, glad that I can calmly handle these kinds of situations instead of completely flipping out, glad that nothing worse happened, and glad that today's over.
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| Happy Monday! |
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