I had a flat tire last Sunday. Don’t know why the tire went flat. Didn’t realize it was flat until I was two blocks from the house. Called Hubby and did the Talking Pothole voice. ("Oh, no. My tire’s all flat and junk!") He was not impresssed. Told me to get home PDQ so he could change the tire. It’s been really cold here. The tires have been on the car for about three years. Yes, you guessed correctly. The stupid tire wouldn’t come off the stupid car. Replace the word "stupid" with your favorite swear word. Took Hubby about an hour to change the tire. He was not a happy man.
I took the car to The Tire Place where we bought the tires three years ago. Of course, the tires are out of warranty. Of course, the tire couldn’t be repaired and had to be replaced. Of course The Tire Place had changed hands from the Place Where I Bought The Tires and The Tire Place didn’t carry the brand of tires I bought three years ago. The one tire cost almost as much as the set of four that I bought three years ago. It took two hours to get a new tire put on my car.
While I was at The Tire Place, I asked them to check all the tires to make sure they weren’t leaking. They assured me they were fine. Being a trusting person, I believed them. But the next day one of the tires looked a little low to me. It’s the one tire I usually obsess over and make Hubby check all the time. Even though he normally thinks I’m obsessing over the tire, this time he agreed that it didn’t look quite right and I should get a second opinion.
Saturday morning I went for a second opinion. I went to a small locally owned shop. Because I didn’t want to deal with a Large Chain Store. It’s close to the house. Because I didn’t want to drive far on a potentially low tire on a snowy Saturday morning. A lot of people had the same idea. I waited an hour for them to look at my tire. The Tire Place was right, there was nothing wrong with the tire . . . . but I did have a slow leak because of some gunk or something on the rim. They gave me the official version but I don’t happen to remember it. I just remember that there was gunk on the rim that was causing the tire to leak. Now, why didn’t The Tire Place tell me that on Monday when I was there. Heck I sat there for two hours, they could have cleaned the rim and saved me the bother. Once they found the problem, it took 5 minutes to fix. Now I can stop obsessing over the tire . . .
Life is good today.