K Sara SaraFebruary 21, 2009 at 9:23 AM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
As it happened, we didn’t get to go out Monday to the comedy club with the whole gang. They could find no one to work for me. I have a suspicion that supervisor Tom didn’t try real hard. Still, my people, the ones at my store, wanted me to come and felt bad that I couldn’t. So that was nice. Making someone feel guilty feels pretty good. Should I feel bad about that?
The back tire on the truck was low on air, Detroit says. She airs it up on the way home for 75 cents. Remember when air was free? And a candybar was a nickel, and you could get cigarettes from a machine, and there were only four channels?
The next day, it’s low again, and a guy at her work has a portable air compressor, and airs it up again. I thought I was going to have to fix it, but if he has an air compressor, we can do this *FOREVER.* Am I right?
Well, the spare isn’t in the truck, but there’s no jack, anyway, because we gave it away when we traded in Nigel for the Mercedes. Speaking of the Mercedes–
My front right tire was low the other day. I aired it up at the Sinclair station that is about 2 blocks from our house. Hmmm.
Yesterday between jobs, I put the spare on the truck, intending to take care of the tire later. Maybe today.
This morning, it’s 20 degrees when I go out to my car. The tire on my car is low. Again. And it’s *really* low. Flat kinda low. Uhm…yay? I drove slowly, carefully, the two blocks to the gas station and aired it up. It didn’t air up right away, and I thought it was shot for sure. Then suddenly, it took, and started taking air. Well, alright. I aired up the tire, and headed off to work.
And then I get to work, and I look at the tire. As I suspected from the ride I was getting, it was already low. In order to leave here today, I’m going to have to change the tire first. It’s supposed to warm up to 35 degrees.
I’ll let you know how it goes.