Also a flat. This auto repair stuff is getting tiring. Tanya is once again crippled by a slow leak. I am developing a lovely relationship with the tow truck guy:
Me: I'm very happy to see you, but I'd prefer we don't make a regular thing out of this.
Dude: What is it with you and your tires?
Me: Not tires. Tire. Same one. Here's my spare. Again.
I could have changed it myself, but really, I may as well put that AAA membership to good use. And tomorrow I will go yell at Midas and their
magic touch for not cleaning the rim. Although I suppose I don't get to yell because they didn't charge me for resealing the tire in the first place. It was very nice of them. Then again, it was very nice of us to bring them donuts.
I may be developing an uneccesary relationship with the tow truck guy, but I fear I am losing my girlfriend to the pita bread. She is very entranced. Hm. She just compared one of them to an internal organ. Love comes from within, I guess. And now she's sharing. Mmmm, fresh-baked pita bread. I think she's a keeper.