You know those mornings when you wake up and you just have that feeling that you should probably stay in bed, order in Chinese for lunch and just watch movies on HBO all day? I should have listened to myself today.
After tossing and turning all night due to a tired mind that wouldn't rest with all the things to do in the next couple of weeks, I woke up even more tired.
However, I had prepared my breakfast, lunch and clothes last night for today. So after getting ready, throwing everything in to my car to get to work early since I can get more done before anyone gets into the office, I took off. I started driving, and then boom. I heard this terrible noise and knew what that meant. Flat.
I pulled over into a parking lot and saw the beginning of a fun morning.
I know this doesn't look flat, but I promise it was. I should have taken it from a better angle, but I was a little busy thinking about how to get this fixed.
My first phone call? My dad.
My Dad: "Hey girl, what's up?"
Me: "Um, Hi dad. I'm not going to be your favorite person today..."
My Dad: "What did you do?"
Me: (Why does he always think I did something?) "Well I got a flat."
My Dad: "Where are you?"
Me: "In a parking lot.''
My Dad: "What are you going to do?"
Me: ''Sit here. I guess I should call OnStar."
My Dad. "Sounds like it. Call me after you talk to them."
I called OnStar. They set me up quick and dandy and called someone to come fix my tire.
Now, in my car I had a bag of M&M's, Milk, Watermelon, cereal, goldfish, apple and a banana.
I get hungry. Don't judge.
So, after my little wait of 30 min or so, the guy comes and fixes my flat in like 60 seconds. Looking back, I should have timed him. He also had to jump my car because that honey dies anytime something goes wrong. I believe my car has a flair for the dramatics.
Donut is on and I'm ready to go. I call my dad to let him know and ask what I need to do. There isn't a life manual for what to do sometimes when this kind of stuff happens. He tells me to go to SAM's to see if they can fix the tire or if I need to get a new one.
I head to SAMs and by the time I get there, I have a flat on the donut. Not even kidding. Two flats in one day. Winner, winner chicken dinner here.
Poor baby. Second man down for the day. No one ever tells you that you have to buy new tires when you become an adult. Someone should mention that to you when you're growing up.
Now, it's going to take a long time for them to replace my tire. So what does one do when they are at SAMs with nothing to do for two hours? Try out couches and chairs. I sat. I moved. I sat again. I called my credit card company because they charged me a late fee when I paid two days before it was due. I texted. I went through my purse. I moved again. Sat some more. Walked around. Asked myself if I needed to buy yoga pants. Talked myself out of it since I just bought a new tire. Oh, and I carried around my watermelon. No reason to waste that. The milk wasn't going to make it, the banana had been eaten while waiting for OnStar. Two out of three isn't bad.
As I'm texting one of my very good friends, she offers to come pick me up so we can go eat lunch. Yes!
By the time I got back from lunch, the tire had been replaced.
The poor tire.
I did a good job on it. Somehow I've cut a L shaped hole on the inside of my tire.
I call that talent.
From today I've learned that:
1. Patience is a good thing to have.
2. This kind of stuff can't get me down. I laughed through it all.
3. I should learn how to fix a flat.
4. I really like lunch.
5. It was worth it to save the watermelon.
6. It can always be worse...a tire is nothing.