Ah, BITCH. Maybe I do need a man, but ONLY FOR A SECOND.
The second I hit the pot hole I KNEW I was fucked. I held my breath for about 3 seconds when alarms stating going off in my car and my low tire pressure light kicked on. This was after I had felt the flutter of the wheel sending a shudder through my steering wheel. (unintentional rhyme there)
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK .... I just kept saying fuck. Luna, helplessly trapped between my vicious swearing and the confines of my car, made herself into a line as she pressed herself into the crevice of the passenger door and the seat. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FFUUCCKK!!! I was only two minutes away from hoooooooooomeeeee...... but seeing how quickly the tire gauge came on after the strike, I pulled off route 1 to examine the damage. I hadn't even made it to the tire and I could hear the hiss of air OVER the highway traffic. I hardly even looked at the tire before I gave one last FUCK for good measure and got back in the car. I called AAA. DAMN IT. I can't even change a tire. RRRRRRR....I was so pissed that I lacked this simple, manly skill and felt like a stupid helpless girl. Actually the work "like" should not be used since that is not a metaphor. I WAS....a stupid helpless girl. (Making it worse was when I gave AJ the wrong directions to get to me. ) AAA was of NO help me to. I must have gone through 4 different transfers only to hear that all the trucks were out assisting other (probably helpless females like myself) and that I would have to wait and....then I hung up. I called AJ and asked if he knew how to change a tire. Of course he did.
Why?
Because he's a guy.
Guys are just born with this knowledge of simple car body work and spitting.
But I was thankful. He left work and about 30 minutes later was teaching how to change my tire. I was glad I waited for AJ and not AAA. Now I know how to change a tire and I am so proud. In some ways I hope to never have the opportunity, and in others, I would like to be given the chance to try.
Of course, I'm still left with the annoying task of either replacing, patching, or refilling the good tire with air tomorrow. I do need an oil change so maybe all at the same time.
The whole day has kind of been a bummer, but I was so relieved to know that I had a multitude of friends I could have called on for help and it made me realize that even though I feel down sometimes, I have settled in quickly to NJ.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK .... I just kept saying fuck. Luna, helplessly trapped between my vicious swearing and the confines of my car, made herself into a line as she pressed herself into the crevice of the passenger door and the seat. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FFUUCCKK!!! I was only two minutes away from hoooooooooomeeeee...... but seeing how quickly the tire gauge came on after the strike, I pulled off route 1 to examine the damage. I hadn't even made it to the tire and I could hear the hiss of air OVER the highway traffic. I hardly even looked at the tire before I gave one last FUCK for good measure and got back in the car. I called AAA. DAMN IT. I can't even change a tire. RRRRRRR....I was so pissed that I lacked this simple, manly skill and felt like a stupid helpless girl. Actually the work "like" should not be used since that is not a metaphor. I WAS....a stupid helpless girl. (Making it worse was when I gave AJ the wrong directions to get to me. ) AAA was of NO help me to. I must have gone through 4 different transfers only to hear that all the trucks were out assisting other (probably helpless females like myself) and that I would have to wait and....then I hung up. I called AJ and asked if he knew how to change a tire. Of course he did.
Why?
Because he's a guy.
Guys are just born with this knowledge of simple car body work and spitting.
But I was thankful. He left work and about 30 minutes later was teaching how to change my tire. I was glad I waited for AJ and not AAA. Now I know how to change a tire and I am so proud. In some ways I hope to never have the opportunity, and in others, I would like to be given the chance to try.
Of course, I'm still left with the annoying task of either replacing, patching, or refilling the good tire with air tomorrow. I do need an oil change so maybe all at the same time.
The whole day has kind of been a bummer, but I was so relieved to know that I had a multitude of friends I could have called on for help and it made me realize that even though I feel down sometimes, I have settled in quickly to NJ.