Carpooling

Last Wednesday after work I went out to my car and noticed my front tire was rather flat.  I made it to a gas station to fill it up and got home fine (but with 2,876 phone calls along the way from my husband to make sure I was being careful, not dead, etc.).  So it was determined that I was to take the truck to work on Thursday and Friday.  Again, with 2,398,702 phone calls from my husband each day to make sure I got to work without damaging the truck, navigated the parking garage/didn't turn it into a convertible, parked between the lines, remembered to lock it, etc. 

After two days of this, I'd kind of gotten tired of it, so this is how the phone call went from my end Friday morning:  "Hello?  Yes. Yes I did. Yes.... You know what?? Now that you mention it, I'm pretty sure I left it unlocked with the doors open parked sideways in three spots today...."  I think he got the hint.

Moving on.

Yesterday was Joey's first day at his new job.  His new place of employment happens to be the same company that I work for.  He'll be working in a different office location, but he had to be at HQ where I work yesterday for orientation.  Since we have to wait until this weekend to fix my car (turns out it needs front tires, alignment and balance), we put a can of Fix A Flat in the tire and he followed me up the road to work.  When we got there, we took a look at the tire to make sure it was still inflated.  It was.... but...

"Joey, what is this metal stuff sticking out of my tire?"

"Wow. That is not good. That means you need to change your tire, like 2 weeks ago."

pause

"You are not allowed to drive that car."

"Um......How am I going to get home?"

I was allowed to drive it back home to Woodbridge, but it was a pretty nerve wracking drive.  I don't think I've ever gripped the steering wheel so tight.... ya know, just in case the tire exploded.  I mean, in traffic I was traveling at like max 35 MPH... but one can never be too careful!

Also I was THAT A-hole in the far right lane going exactly the speed limit. It's times like these when I wish I had a scrolling sign on the back of my car that said "Sorry! My tire is really fragile so I have to drive slow!"  Or like other times when I wish I could change the sign to say "Hey Asshole!! Next time use your signal!"

Kidding kidding.... maybe.

In conclusion, we are carpooling for the rest of the week.  I'll report back with any further news.

~SG