tires.

I found it odd that the man driving the golf cart waved to me at the four way stop on campus. But, I didn’t think too much of it. I let it go as he stopped and waved again as I drove by. I drove home, jamming out to a stolen mix tape (I gave it back today, promise). I turned into my neighborhood, and a sliver car waved to me. Odd. They looked mean. So I didn’t wave back. I parked my car and the silver car drove by me again. Very, very odd.

I’m a sucker for a free Dr. Pepper, so I was bribed to going to the DMV with Woman. I forgot shoes, which happens way too often, so I waited in the car. We returned home, a half an hour later. Turning into the neighborhood, I could see my car parked in its usual parking spot, but it looked funny. I had Holl reverse and indeed, something was off. I opened up the door and walked barefoot to my car. Two words friends. Flat tire.

I’m female.

Did you know?

I don’t know how to change a tire.

That’s not my job.

I called a person who is supposed to be the one I call in these situations.

He was a work.

Dumb.

And the other men I know all didn’t answer their phones. Rude. So rude. I could have been dead at the side of the road for all they knew. Luckily one of my neighbors was outside and graciously helped me.

Ladies. Let’s have a tire changing lesson one day. Because I was of no use to the man helping me. Woman and I just asked if we could help in any way, he said no. So we kept singing ‘meet at the back with the jack at the jukebox’ a little inappropriate, but we used this in context.

Anywho. Tires. They’re lots of fun.

And. EXPENSIVE.

Really, really.

More than my last three paychecks.

I love you, Robin. Oh yes I do.

Last night I got lost for TWO HOURS! No joke. Honestly driving around, trying to find my friends house for two hours. Too embarrassed to call said person who’s supposed to help me in said situations, for which I got in trouble at a later time when said person found out. I was supposed to call him apparently. But, I honestly had no idea where I was.

Laurie, aka my dad’s gps, you failed me.

I gave up and it took me half an hour to find a road I recognized to get myself back to my humble abode.

Driving.

It’s not exactly my strong suit.