Onstar is a beautiful thing.
So this evening I was driving to my sister in law's house when I destroyed a rim on my car and blew out a tire. Get this. I drove into an open manhole. The assholes that were working there left the cover half off. Well it destroyed my passenger rear rim and tire. So if you know me you know that in these situations I tend to fucking freak out and I don't know how to change a tire. So I called 911 cause I figured that was the right thing to do but they did nothing. So I finished driving my car the 1 more block to her house. So at this point I had a flat tire and was turning onto a one way street to avoid driving my car as much as possible. A car behind me starts honking and I stop and say "yes". The moron says to me " You have a flat tire and are turning onto a one way street." My response was "No shit". So I park and since I don't have triple A I get out and start looking at my windows for the roadside assistance number and can't find it. After letting loose a string of obscenitites and looking like a fool I realize that I have onstar. So I get in and hit the blue button and it's like magic. I didn't know the name of the street I was on but they had my car tracked with satellite and knew exactly where I was. Wonderful. So know I have a donut on my car and it leans to the right. My leg hurts and I need a root canal. Also I found out that the wife's work insured my life for 50,000 dollars so it's only a matter of time till she holds me under the water till I stop making bubbles. I'm going to sleep.