The day started out well. I came in to work, got a lot done, packed up and left for the afternoon Festivus party. And a fabulous party it was. Roving guitar players fabulous.
Then I called Gary to check how the dog's kidney disease blood test went, and Gary said the vet noticed a tumor growing under Mac's muscles and he'd need surgery. Tomorrow. Even before the blood test for the kidney disease comes back. So of course I'm picturing a phone call in which the vet suggests Mac doesn't come out from the ether.
Driving home, I noticed the car was pulling to the left. I thought, "Piece of junk Mini. I just got this serviced. What the hell? The car refuses to drive straight ahead." I sensed something was wrong with the steering, so I did not get on the highway, just the service road.
A few miles later this helpful warning light came on.
What does that light say to you? I say it's an ass. Round hips, spine, anus, it's an ass.
Eventually I pulled over to check what the book said, and it said, "HAUL YOUR ASS OUTSIDE AND YOU'LL NOTICE YOUR TIRE IS FLAT. " (In what world do we look at tires straight on and say "!" ... wouldn't a hubcap and a flattened circle be better?)
I still thought someone might have twisted my valve at the party, and the air had slowly leaked out, and if I found air I'd be fine. After the second "Out Of Order" air pump (FREE AIR! Liars.) I gave up and called a tow truck. Yes, I could have jacked up the car, I could have searched the manual to see where my spare was, I could have called around to see if any other air pumps were working. But instead I threw sixty bucks at the problem and took the tow truck, met Gary at Dobbs Auto Center and went home to my sick doggie. I know I'm helpless.
Then I came home and watched CNN and there was Ginger Littleton facing down the gunman with her purse. (She comes in 45 seconds in. The rest of the video is terrifying.) I bet Ginger would have blown up the tire with her lips.
I have to admit I got flat tire from that. However, I'm an engineer so it's my people that designed those doohickeys. The air at BP isn't free but it's usually working, I've used the one on Choteau and 14th more than once. I'm sorry Mac is sick again; doesn't he know it's Xmas and getting sick isn't allowed?
Posted by: Amy_in_Stl | December 15, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Ginger is my homegirl.
Posted by: Becs | December 15, 2010 at 04:50 PM
I'll be thinking good thoughts for Mac.
Posted by: Jammies | December 15, 2010 at 07:46 PM
AAA. That's all I'm saying.
Posted by: Caroline | December 15, 2010 at 08:11 PM
Amy_in_StL- Yes, I was parked outside the "Out of Order" BP $1.25 pay air pump when the tow truck came.
Becs - I LOVE watching her sneak up on that guy.
Jammies - Good thinking! He seems to be improved.
Caroline - Well, yes, but the whole thing total cost $90, and I think I would have paid more in fees since the last time I needed a tow truck. I am self-insured when it comes to tow trucks.
Posted by: TheQueen | December 15, 2010 at 10:23 PM