My birthday weekend started off with me tutoring my little lovelies until 6:00 on Friday evening. I was looking forward to heading home for some R&R after a week full of more misbehaving children than not. Even the good kids were getting in trouble, so you know I was spent.
As I got in my car, I looked up to the reminder that I had a tire in need of some air. I headed to the nearest gas station to buy some air. (I won't get started on that!) It was after paying $0.75 for some secretly-special tire air that I noticed my tire was LOW. Dang. Being my own (s)hero, I used my tire gauge and filled the tire for what seemed like forever. I studied the tire and soon noticed not one, but TWO nails in my tire. Since it was after 6:00, I knew that Discount Tire would be closed. My plan was to carefully head home and go to Discount in the morning to get the tire repaired. That's when I felt the wind blow . . . from my tire. There was a puncture wound in the sidewall of my tire that was quickly spewing forth my special seventy-five cent air! Crap.
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| RIP - Stupid Tire |
So . . . here I was, fifteen miles from home and still WAY too close to school for my own comfort . . . and in need of a new tire. Rather than simply change the tire and spare it home, I made the decision to be proactive and head to buy a new tire at the local Sam's Club. It took over ten minutes to be acknowledged in the store. After a quote of $180 for ONE tire and (instead) a commitment to put on my spare in
45 minutes, I left pissed. I'll never contemplate buying tires from them again. I then drove to another suck of the Sam Walton empire - WalMart. With $140 for a tire with a 30-45 minute wait, I told the dude that I'd pay him to put on the spare so I could get home. After about an hour, I finally left with a pissed-off attitude and my spare in place.
Thankfully, my awesome team bought pizza and salad for lunch and made brownies for dessert. There was enough left for dinner, so I didn't even starve to death. :)