Tired of Tires!
A few years ago, when my truck was new, some asshat kid went up and down the street one night slashing tires. They only got one of mine but some people had all four slashed. No one knew for sure who the kid was, but we had a neighbor a few doors down with a high school aged son who was apparently under suspicion. I knew he hadn't done it--he was a nice kid, kind of shy, who walked his mom's tiny fuzzy white dog on a pink jeweled leash, with a look on his face as though he wished he was in Timbuktu. I walked Jasper past his house the day after the tires were slashed; the guy was in the yard and when he saw me he said suddenly, "I hate tires!"
I do too, because overnight it snowed 2-3 inches and this morning on my way to work I spun out on the highway and slammed into the guard rail, flattening the right rear tire of my truck. (Ironically, that's the same one that got slashed two years ago.)
You know what? Geico rules! I have their roadside assistance, and they towed me over 25 miles without me paying a penny. The people I talked to were all very nice and helpful, too, and called the towtruck for me and basically took care of everything.
As it happened, yesterday afternoon at work I had a minute and looked up Toyota dealerships that did service work in the area, because last month I knocked off my passenger side mirror--ordinarily I'm not such an idiot driver, I swear. I wrote down the name and number intending to give them a call. So when the Geico person asked where I wanted the truck taken, I was able to give them the dealership information. It's weird how these things work. And last night I charged up my cell phone, which I don't usually do during the week.
So anyway, I'm fine and the truck is only a little beat up--I wasn't going very fast and hey, it's a truck. The dealership didn't have any tires in stock that fit my truck, but they've ordered one to match my other tires and in the meantime they put my spare on (and didn't charge me to do that, either). And I got the day off work, and spent the afternoon polishing the synopsis of one of my novels.
I hate tires. Mostly, though, I hate snow and cold and I don't think it's ever going to get warm.
I do too, because overnight it snowed 2-3 inches and this morning on my way to work I spun out on the highway and slammed into the guard rail, flattening the right rear tire of my truck. (Ironically, that's the same one that got slashed two years ago.)
You know what? Geico rules! I have their roadside assistance, and they towed me over 25 miles without me paying a penny. The people I talked to were all very nice and helpful, too, and called the towtruck for me and basically took care of everything.
As it happened, yesterday afternoon at work I had a minute and looked up Toyota dealerships that did service work in the area, because last month I knocked off my passenger side mirror--ordinarily I'm not such an idiot driver, I swear. I wrote down the name and number intending to give them a call. So when the Geico person asked where I wanted the truck taken, I was able to give them the dealership information. It's weird how these things work. And last night I charged up my cell phone, which I don't usually do during the week.
So anyway, I'm fine and the truck is only a little beat up--I wasn't going very fast and hey, it's a truck. The dealership didn't have any tires in stock that fit my truck, but they've ordered one to match my other tires and in the meantime they put my spare on (and didn't charge me to do that, either). And I got the day off work, and spent the afternoon polishing the synopsis of one of my novels.
I hate tires. Mostly, though, I hate snow and cold and I don't think it's ever going to get warm.