June 27, 2003
Friday Drama
I almost had a queen moment this morning. I know, I know, "what do you mean almost?" Queen moments are part of my everyday life. Whatever. I went out to my car this morning to find one of the tires flat. "Fuck me backwards. It's Friday, and I have to go to work!" Of course, in the sixteen years that I've been driving, I never once had to change a flat tire. First time for everything. And because I have always had old-car troubles, expensive, bank-breaking car troubles, I expected the worst. Fortunately, the tire was easy to change, and I found the spot where the tire was punctured. There was a two-inch long screw stuck in the tread. Roommate assured me that it would be easy to fix, "just go to a tire shop and they'll patch it up." I drove to work on the spare, found a tire shop full of cute, friendly guys, and in fifteen minutes, they fixed the flat. Phew. I just had to share. So much easier and more painless than I anticipated. Enough of that.
