Of course no blog post would be complete without it somehow relating to Pete.
Last week, my sister wanted to borrow my car to go out of town. I needed an oil change. On the last oil change I was informed that I needed a new air filter but they didn't carry it so I'd have to get it somewhere else. I waited on the air filter then so I figured I really needed to change it out *now*. I also went over my 3,000 miles. This is the first time I've done that. Aly, Denise, y'all know. I've been anal about maint. on my car. So, knowing I was overdue for an oil change and WAY overdue for a new air filter, I simply could not let my car go on a long road trip without them. So, that was done Thursday. At this time I get a call from the shop saying 'and you need 2 new tires and an alignment and this is how much it's going to cost so why don't we just go ahead and get that done too' because, no, really... it's not like I work for the government or anything. (and for those of you who do not understand... yeah, we have a nice retirement plan and there's a few perks but... government employment? Yeah. there's no money in it, K?) So I pointed out that I only planned on the oil change and air filter and if they wanted to do anything else for free, be my guest. So guess what I got done on the car Thursday. Yeah.
So I wake up today and I don't know why my back keeps hurting but it does and I bum around and decide I can go in a little late... and I relax my back and take a long hot shower and it helps. And I feel better. And I head out and drop off kidlette and head to work. And things are good.
And I love my car. I do. really. I really do. but What the fuck is up with my tires? If I have ONE MORE incident with my freaking tires I'm going to seriously think someone is sabotaging them. Last September/October... my tires were low. constantly. Every day after work... low tires. I even had them checked out. they were fine... no explanation for why they were low. then all of a sudden one day... one's flat. it had a huge slash in it. Ok, so I got a new tire.
So I'm driving to work and suddenly my car just doesn't *Sound* right. Call me paranoid but it works for me - I can just hear and feel when something is wrong with my car. So I pull into a parking lot and sure enough... flat tire. Ok, I have towing on my insurance. I *pay* for this service. So do I call a tow truck and have it towed to the dealership? No. WHY? Your guess is as good as mine. So I limp to the dealership.
Stupid phrase #1 - Let's see if we can find out why your tire went flat
Yeah, my guess is there's a hole somewhere. I'm not a mechanic or anything but I'm betting money that the integrity of the tire has been breached somehow. just a guess. but what do I know. I'm just saying.
So after the never ending wait, they call me back into the service garage... and I'm thinking 'great, I'm going to trip over a lube rack and rip my face off' (It's a Paula Poundstone thing, sorry.) Point is, they should know better than to bring someone like *ME* back there. Then again, they probably know that someone like ME isn't going to believe them anyway because when it comes to mechanics I'm always convinced that they're just out to screw me. Whatever. So the tire, yeah. Nail. *AND* - slashed.
Trip to Dallas at end of month. Expenses: $ 200.00 if I don't really splurge.
Fixing car so it's bare minimum drivable: $ 130.00
And suddenly Dallas greatly resembles the walls of my apartment - because that's what I'm going to be looking at that weekend.
Stupid phrase #2 and how it ties into Pete:
"So, you see you really need 3 new tires with those two MAPOP's on the front there."
I really wanted to scream obscenities at the idiot right then and there. The fact that he pissed me off so much made it really easy to not be bullied into spending money I really don't have.
I have never heard the term Mapop before *last week* when Pete was taking about *HIS* tires. Note to self... do NOT let Pete discuss vehicle problems or my car might get ideas.
I want a coke. *Sulk* I'm being soooooooooo good.
I think Denise is going to make me cookies. Home made chocolate chip cookies. she loves me.
Oh, and cellular service? if I ever bored you with my praises of T-Mobile, I'm so, so very sorry. They suck. They officially suck. That was part of not calling a tow truck. Apparently during 'rush hour' traffic, IE, whenever I'm in my car to or from work, I get NO phone service. "All circuits are busy". Hey! They're giving away an autographed guitar on the radio! If I can get through to the phone lines I might..." All circuits are busy. OMG! Crossfade is playing at House of Blues next month! they're giving away tickets! except, yeah, All Circuits are busy. Damn, I need a tow truck. All circuits are busy. I hate T-Mobile.
My day is suckin. How's yours?
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I'd do the neat little "Linky" thing but i don't know HOW. so there.