Reusker -in installing the THREE WEEKEND pegboard that was *supposed* to only take a few hours' work in the garage- let fly a screw across the garage floor. And, of COURSE, that screw was ignored and thus found its way perfectly upright INSIDE my front tire.
This morning, Baby and I were racing out of the house, late as usual.
An aside: I have signed Baby up for Vacation Bible School! Ha ha ha...my atheist husband cringes at the thought. I have to admit, I am a little worried about our house being Bible-thumped by well-wishing prostletizers. These are Baptists. But its a free program, and I would like Baby to know the foundations of a religion, with which he can do as he chooses. I was open and honest with the ChurchFolk that I have no intention of converting, but that I *am* excited about a few free hours by myself each morning (at least until I learned that the Obnoxious Cousins are visiting this week, ug). So, this morning I awake with a deep sense of dread, not wanting to go into the thick of this Bible Belt...yet thinking it was good for both me and Baby to do this.
So on the way out, the BRAND NEW HIGHLANDER (BNH) makes some bad noises and runs funny. I make it to the end of the driveway and need to see what the HELL is going on. Dead.flat.tire. THANK YOU, Reusker and your damned pegboard project!! I leave a panicked message with Bible School that Baby wont be coming today, sincere apologies (and admittedly a little relief). Call the husband, who reminds me we have free Roadside Assistance with BNH. Roadside Assistance is delightful, and I get a quick callback that a tow truck will be by in no more than 15 minutes to put the spare on for me. Cool. This is something I know (from experience) I can do myself, but since this is free and I've never lifted an SUV before...why bother?
OK, Baby down for a nap, I do some weeding while I wait. Of course, I meticulously work to weed my backyard herb garden...forget that I have ivy taking over, burying my front lawn! Then I find I have spent 30 minutes removing my oregano from the herb garden, thankyouverymuch. Idiot. I know.
90 minutes later (thank GAWD -yes, the very one who didnt want us going to his church!- that I wasnt stranded on the highway!) the tow truck arrives. This dolt doesnt even know how to FIND my spare (not that *I* am much help)...we need to pull out the owner's manual!! I decide to vacate, claiming "crying baby status" and leave him to ruin my vehicle. He is still there 40 minutes later, and I'm thinking that's not a good sign.
I look out an hour later and he is just *gone*! Good, in that I was anxious about whether I was supposed to tip him or not (and I had either $2 or a $20...yet Reusker keeps telling me to just give him $5 or $10...HELLO!). Why do I always get nervous about whether to, when and how much to tip? Tons of anxiety there...especially when it is at my house, the guy is a dolt, but he knows where I live and I feel sorry for him (and Gawd is watching -perhaps frowning on- me today).
But the guy is just gone. Good. I go out to inspect (ha!), expecting to see bolts and stuff all over the place. Nope, neatly tucked away in the back of my car. I'm disappointed that he didnt put the carpet protector UNDER the filthy tire that now smears dirt & grease on my brand new carpeting. But, the spare is a full sized replica of my original tire, which is VERY cool and I dont need to return the original (since it so few miles on it), just get it patched. I suppose I still need to do the whole balancing thang and I would be smart to make sure the dolt put it on right. But, the dealership is bending over for me (since they screwed us so royally in the purchasing, and I have been the pain they can't get rid of!!!)...I'll just give the GM -my new best friend- a call! I havent returned his call from last week anyways.
So its been event-filled.
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