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It never ceases to amaze me how every year since I've turned 20 I've gotten a flat tire on or around my birthday.
So I wake up this afternoon and roll out of bed, rub the sleep out of my eyes and think to myself man I really want a bagel. So I get my keys and walk out the door. But wait! my passenger front tire is sinking into the concrete. I check the pressure, there 10 lbs in it. Just a mere 34 lbs short of what it's supposed to be. So I go fill it up, I can hear the air hissing out. Awesome/great/splendid/terrific. Just what I wanted to deal with today. All I wanted to do was get a bagel and maybe some power steering fluid since Stella was "moaning" (and thanks to the good ol boys at the VW dealership that told me all my fluids were fine-they were dead wrong). So instead of getting my bagel I take it to a tire place, there's a nail in the tire, and my power steering fluid container is dryer than the Sahara Desert. I tell the owner that this always happens near my birthday or the day of my birthday, to which he replies "Looks like you better stop having birthdays" I laughed and he charged me $10 for everything. I smiled and told them to have a lovely Thanksgiving and they told me to come back anytime I have a problem with the Jetta and have a wonderful birthday.
And about my birthday, I dont even care about it. Last year I was so hyped about it, being I was turning 21 and all. But now, not so much. I just want to go to Rundown eat some tuna bites and drink a beer and that will be that. My room mate wants to make a big deal out of the birthday but I could't care less. The only thing cool about turning 22 is that I havent been duplicate numbers since I was 11.
Tanner the rat dog is laying in my lap on his back staring up at me with those beady little eyes that protrude from his head saying please play with me. So I'm going to go romp around with the Chihuahua for a hot minute because he's just acting so darn cute.
So I wake up this afternoon and roll out of bed, rub the sleep out of my eyes and think to myself man I really want a bagel. So I get my keys and walk out the door. But wait! my passenger front tire is sinking into the concrete. I check the pressure, there 10 lbs in it. Just a mere 34 lbs short of what it's supposed to be. So I go fill it up, I can hear the air hissing out. Awesome/great/splendid/terrific. Just what I wanted to deal with today. All I wanted to do was get a bagel and maybe some power steering fluid since Stella was "moaning" (and thanks to the good ol boys at the VW dealership that told me all my fluids were fine-they were dead wrong). So instead of getting my bagel I take it to a tire place, there's a nail in the tire, and my power steering fluid container is dryer than the Sahara Desert. I tell the owner that this always happens near my birthday or the day of my birthday, to which he replies "Looks like you better stop having birthdays" I laughed and he charged me $10 for everything. I smiled and told them to have a lovely Thanksgiving and they told me to come back anytime I have a problem with the Jetta and have a wonderful birthday.
And about my birthday, I dont even care about it. Last year I was so hyped about it, being I was turning 21 and all. But now, not so much. I just want to go to Rundown eat some tuna bites and drink a beer and that will be that. My room mate wants to make a big deal out of the birthday but I could't care less. The only thing cool about turning 22 is that I havent been duplicate numbers since I was 11.
Tanner the rat dog is laying in my lap on his back staring up at me with those beady little eyes that protrude from his head saying please play with me. So I'm going to go romp around with the Chihuahua for a hot minute because he's just acting so darn cute.