Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet...
So today was supposed to be my mellow day. I was supposed to get out of class, come home, do some downtime for some of my more active downtime players, pack for my trip to VA Beach this weekend, and maybe watch an episode of Rome or hit on some girls or something.
Instead, while driving myself and a few friends to Chipotle for lunch, I notice that my left rear tire is flat. That is sad face. So I finish lunch, drive to the gas station, put some air in my tire, and drive home, ready to change my tire in the driveway.
My driveway is snowy and cold and gross, but I'm a tough vet, so I drive on with the flow. I jack my car up on the shitty jack that is in my trunk that comes with the car, and manage to get my tire off. I can immediately see where there's a nail stuck in it, which is good, because that's the kind of tire damage that can be patched. So as I'm inspecting it, the jack slips out from under my car, and the whole thing crashes down on the left rear disk brakes/axel. Crash. That makes me frown.
So I retrieve the jack and jack the car up enough so that some of the pressure is taken off the brake assembly, and I go inside and ask my roommate to watch my car and make sure nobody makes off with the various bits that are lying around the driveway while I call a tow truck. She chooses this time to bring up that while her boyfriend doesn't want to pay the sleepover fee I negotiated with him to allow him to sleep over whenever he wants, he wants to stay over. I told her that I like him very much, which is why I was willing to negotiate the deal with him, but he can't very well just ignore it and get the benefits without giving me any of the benefits of my side of the bargain. I told her I'll be willing to renegotiate with him just as soon as all her debt is paid off, as part of the reason I made the deal with him was to make up for some of the money that she is failing to pay. I think that's pretty reasonable, or at least a better alternative than kicking her out for being behind on the rent. I'm not a scrooge or anything.
So my bimmer is resting its 3600 lbs firmly on the shitty jack, and I'm able to call 10 tow truck companies until I get one to come over. He's a very nice guy, and as soon as he sees that my hands and pants are dirty and that I'm wet and cold, he immediately comes to resent my big city accent and my shiny bimmer a little less. So that's good.
Once he gets out his better jack, he is able to raise the car up enough to see that it was only a metal dust shroud that was really damaged by the fall, and so long as the car doesn't shudder or make crazy noise while I drive, it should be ok. So we put the spare tire on, I drive around the block, and then pay the man and he heads off. While he's there, though, I ask him where to get my tire fixed, and he suggests a few places.
So right now my car is in the shop. They fixed the tire in about 15 minutes, but while I was there I called my dad to confirm there's really no reason to take the car to the dealership now that it's off warranty, and I may just as well pay the tire shop the $60 they will charge to change my oil, reset my oil service indicator, put my spare tire back in the trunk, and rotate my tires.
So long story short, I weather tragedy decently well, and barring any further unforeseen circumstance, I should be able to make it to VA Beach to party with likwitmc and harpercanon (and Snyder and Jesse from PA) this weekend.
Instead, while driving myself and a few friends to Chipotle for lunch, I notice that my left rear tire is flat. That is sad face. So I finish lunch, drive to the gas station, put some air in my tire, and drive home, ready to change my tire in the driveway.
My driveway is snowy and cold and gross, but I'm a tough vet, so I drive on with the flow. I jack my car up on the shitty jack that is in my trunk that comes with the car, and manage to get my tire off. I can immediately see where there's a nail stuck in it, which is good, because that's the kind of tire damage that can be patched. So as I'm inspecting it, the jack slips out from under my car, and the whole thing crashes down on the left rear disk brakes/axel. Crash. That makes me frown.
So I retrieve the jack and jack the car up enough so that some of the pressure is taken off the brake assembly, and I go inside and ask my roommate to watch my car and make sure nobody makes off with the various bits that are lying around the driveway while I call a tow truck. She chooses this time to bring up that while her boyfriend doesn't want to pay the sleepover fee I negotiated with him to allow him to sleep over whenever he wants, he wants to stay over. I told her that I like him very much, which is why I was willing to negotiate the deal with him, but he can't very well just ignore it and get the benefits without giving me any of the benefits of my side of the bargain. I told her I'll be willing to renegotiate with him just as soon as all her debt is paid off, as part of the reason I made the deal with him was to make up for some of the money that she is failing to pay. I think that's pretty reasonable, or at least a better alternative than kicking her out for being behind on the rent. I'm not a scrooge or anything.
So my bimmer is resting its 3600 lbs firmly on the shitty jack, and I'm able to call 10 tow truck companies until I get one to come over. He's a very nice guy, and as soon as he sees that my hands and pants are dirty and that I'm wet and cold, he immediately comes to resent my big city accent and my shiny bimmer a little less. So that's good.
Once he gets out his better jack, he is able to raise the car up enough to see that it was only a metal dust shroud that was really damaged by the fall, and so long as the car doesn't shudder or make crazy noise while I drive, it should be ok. So we put the spare tire on, I drive around the block, and then pay the man and he heads off. While he's there, though, I ask him where to get my tire fixed, and he suggests a few places.
So right now my car is in the shop. They fixed the tire in about 15 minutes, but while I was there I called my dad to confirm there's really no reason to take the car to the dealership now that it's off warranty, and I may just as well pay the tire shop the $60 they will charge to change my oil, reset my oil service indicator, put my spare tire back in the trunk, and rotate my tires.
So long story short, I weather tragedy decently well, and barring any further unforeseen circumstance, I should be able to make it to VA Beach to party with likwitmc and harpercanon (and Snyder and Jesse from PA) this weekend.