We went to the grocery store on Saturday, which seems like a fairly tedious task. However, this trip turned into a nightmare. All of our woes can be traced back to a damn spare tire.
When we were loading our groceries into the trunk, John noticed that we had a flat tire. It hadn't just lost a little air - the tire was dead. As you know, we just bought our minivan back in July. As a result, we had never had the pleasure of retrieving the spare tire before.
The tire was mounted underneath the van. There was a tool in the trunk to lower the spare, however the tire wasn't coming down. It was stuck. And my husband was extremely pissed.
Being the lazy woman that I am, I suggested calling a 24 hour auto service place, but John continued fighting with the tire. After about 40 minutes of cursing and violently shaking the tire, John called the 24 hour place. The guy said that they didn't carry the tire we needed. Bastard. I know he was lying - he just didn't want to come out on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.
John turned into a lunatic. He was angry and mean, so I took Porgie for a walk down the shopping center. I wasted about 30 minutes inside of Rite Aid - the longest 30 mintues of my life. When we came back to the car, John was still yanking and pulling on the damn spare tire. I was starting to think that we might never make it home again, when suddenly the tire fell to the ground. YAY!
Yes, it totally sucked, but I am so glad it happened while John was with us. What the fuck would I do if that happened to me and Porgie while we were out?
On a fun related note, John noticed that one of our other tires had a nail in it too. So, we had all of the tires replaced today. To the tune of $300. Don't you just love all of those unexpected expenses that pop up out of nowhere?