No, It Wasn’t As Good For Me As It Was For You

Happy Shootin’ DudeSunday afternoon I took a what I thought would be a quick break from my on-the-side I.T. consulting gig to pick my wife up from the grocery store. I didn’t want to be gone too long, because I had plenty of work to do and not a great deal of time to get it done in. So I rushed out to the car, hopped in and started driving away without even bothering to light up my customary short-trip Sancho Panza cigarillo. I didn’t get five feet from my parking spot before I felt it. My vehicle was waddling. Yep, shaking it’s hind-quarters like it was a giant, 6-cylinder fiberglass duck.

Some of you have probably already guessed what’s wrong. But my mind was elsewhere. I checked the dash for the emergency break light. It wasn’t lit. But to be sure, I engaged the emergency break and then released it. I drive a few more feet, and nope, that wasn’t it. My vehicle is still wiggling its butt like the driveway was a catwalk. So I try putting it back in park and then putting it back in drive. A few more feet. Nope, more waddling.

Then a scary thought occurs to me. I might have run over something and somehow got it caught between the tire and the car’s body. It could even now be tearing healthy chunks out of the side of my car. (For that thought alone, I’m adding the “crackpot theories” tag to this post.) My car is no beauty, but it’s no red-neck body-by-Bondo affront to the car gods either. And I’d like to keep it nondescriptly normal.

As I walk around the car, I breathe a sigh of relief. No car chunks on the ground. And then I see the culprit: A flat tire. I was literally driving on the rim of the back passenger-side wheel. I’ve changed flats before. In fact I changed a flat on a large rental van in a gravel parking lot in the rain once. No kidding. But I’ve never changed any flat without a jack before, so I went the easy route. I called Triple A (AAA), and asked a neighbor to pick up my wife.

With nothing better to do, I fire up 5 Vegas Gold and wait for the AAA guy to show up. And if there’s one thing to learn from this little anecdote, it’s that you should smoke a cigar while you’re waiting for AAA. You will have the time to finish it! No matter what they say, it will be at least an hour before they show. Don’t sweat it, smoke it. (Another one for the Quotable Brian!) True to form, about five minutes after I finish that mild, but tasty little robusto, the guy drives up.

Fast forward ahead about an hour and a half. I’m at a local shop having the tire looked at. It doesn’t take long for me to spot a little metallic glint near the outward edge of the tread. I’d been nailed. It had to have been the sloppy bastards working on the condo construction next door. When I drove back from the herf the night before, I must have picked up a little present they left in the middle of the road. So the tire guy starts extracting the nail. Inch by inch. And it just keeps coming! And suddenly, it’s threaded! I hadn’t been nailed, I’d been screwed! And despite the evidence to the contrary (the cigar), I wasn’t enjoying this!

But actually, it all worked out as well as you could ask. Everything was sorted out by 7 that evening. Hey, if you’re going to get screwed, what better time than Saturday night? And what better place than at home? And can you beat thirty bucks to cover all the costs? Sure, the rubber broke, but we were able to plug it up just fine before any real damage was caused. OK, I’m out of innuendos (or in-your-end-o’s as a friend of mine used to say), so I’ll leave it there before this post just gets creepy. How was your weekend?

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8 Comments

  1. Emon said,

    August 20, 2007 at 10:04 pm

    I had an unusual Saturday. Morbid thoughts aside…well, it was morbid all the way. Kinda cool, if you ask me. :)

    Why stop there? Allow me to make a sentence with that word: “Dude I just saw a bird fly innuendo.” Ahem. Swear it sounds a lot better with a twang.

  2. Joe said,

    August 20, 2007 at 10:06 pm

    My Saturday was spent back in my hometown helping mom clean up after a microburst (read: baby tornado) came down on top of her house, followed by a night of Pictionary at my sister in law’s birthday party, where boxed wine was the beverage du jour.

    There are some days I would rather spend at the tire repair shop.

    Nice innuendos.

  3. Brian said,

    August 21, 2007 at 11:45 am

    LOL Emon,
    A bird innuendo sounds a lot less pleasant than a flat tire!

    Ouch Joe,
    I guess my weekend wasn’t so bad. I can’t remember if I like Pictionary or not, but I do know that if I’m drinking cheap wine, it still has to come from a bottle. Electric Raindeer, baby! (You don’t wanna know.)

    Oh yeah, I’m also not a big fan of tornadoes of any size. Though the little dust devils you seen in fields from time to time are kinda cool.

  4. stinkie said,

    August 21, 2007 at 4:07 pm

    I got to work this weekend, I got to fly to one of the most anti smoking countries around (Canada) and stay in a anti smoking hotel (Marriott). I would trade that in for a flat :)

    But we leave Friday for Gatlinburg Tennessee for a week in the woods and plenty of cigars.

  5. August 21, 2007 at 7:02 pm

    Well Brian, as my Muslim friends say….Shiite happens.

    Funny stuff!!

    LK

  6. Brian said,

    August 22, 2007 at 11:11 am

    Stinkie, you mean Canada is even more anti-smoking than we are? It’s hard to fathom. Enjoy the cigars in the woods, it sounds relaxing. Man, I could go for relaxing right now. I hope the roadtrip is.

    Yeah Laurie, shi’ite does happen and generally the Sunni it’s over the better. (I just kill me!) Thanks!

  7. August 22, 2007 at 12:46 pm

    No Shiite? Shia for brains. Allah’s well that ends well. Sheik it up.

    Shoot us now,..somebody?? PLEASE????

  8. Brian said,

    August 22, 2007 at 6:43 pm

    Dear god, it’s gotten out of hand… And I’m all out of witty puns involving the Middle East!


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