Dec 21, 2005 21:01
So my tire blew out. Luckily, I was staying at Creekbaums house and I did not reach the intersection by the time it blew out. I could have gotten into a major accident.
Anyway, I pulled the van into a gas station and got Creek to help me change the tires. It worked rather well... and I was all fine and dandy, until I noticed the spare was rather ugly looking and dry rotted. I probably could have driven on it, but it was really, REALLY low. What did I do? I went to air it up....
It turns out the air pump had a broken nozzle. I only let the air OUT of the spare tire, cracking it appart due to it's dry-rotted condition. I am now hanging out at Creek's house, stressed out as hell. My van is sitting in a gas station parking lot without me, but I told the guy at the counter to look out for it. It's only going to be there for 2 hours, and it is a busy area.
At least I managed to call Jen and talk to her for a little while. She always makes me very happy. We only got to talk for less than 5 minutes though, then her mom stormed in and kicked her off the phone as usual, yelling and screaming.
This town does not want to see me leave.