
So I found myself on the side of the road in the middle of the night; no spare, no jack, no tools. I was near a call box, but it appeared to have been ripped out by something. Was I in a bad horror movie?! I wasn't waiting around to find out.
I proceeded at anywhere from 2 to 5 miles per hour, hazard lights flashing, until I came to an exit. It descended into blackness. I got back onto the freeway, still at such a slow speed, and continued to the next exit. I saw nothing but blackness as well. Keep in mind that at my speed, we're talking an hour just from exit to exit, as huge trucks go speeding by at 90 miles per hour shaking my little car nearly off the road. I finally come to an exit where there is light. On top of that a police car finally shows up behind me. They stay with me until I get to a 76 station.
The police call a cab for me and leave. As I wait for over an hour for the cab, I notice that the 76 station is a tire service center! I don't have to have my vehicle towed anywhere the next day. Finally a cab arrives and I get a ride home, though listening to the most annoying rap music. I get home about 4:00 AM or so.
The next day, which is today, I have to call another cab to get back to the 76 station. The first company I call says it's an hour wait, so I call others. ALL other cab companies tell me they have nothing and to call the place I called first. So I accept the hour wait of the first company and sit to read. The cab, however, comes early, and I am not dressed. I suit up and head out to where the car is waiting and the lady driving is not very happy and exclaims that she was just about to leave me. Anyway, I get back to the 76 station.
So I want to replace at least one tire, the one that is next to my car and not on it, but thought it good to check out the others. The guy told me that one rear tire was perfect, one so-so and the other front tire was ok, so we decide to take one front tire and put it on the back and get two new tires on the front. The bill is made up and I pay. Later, though, the man comes to me and shows me that the tire thought to be good, was totally cracked and damaged on the other side. (this all started because I ran over some huge truck's tread laying in the middle of the freeway at 80mph just days before, then days later ran into someone's pile of sharp sticks)So another bill is made up and now I have three tires to get. Anyway, it all gets done and the car is back on the road and handling great.
Of course my day is not done. I have to return home and grab my suit. You see, right before all this fun started, I got caught on the door of a store and my suit was ripped. So I took it to the cleaners and you can't imagine the faces of the girls there when they saw what I was asking them to fix. We'll see how that on turns out. Now I WAS supposed to get new taillights for my car today. You see, a cop stopped me earlier, the day before, and told me I had a taillight out. He let me go with a warning. Anyway, it wasn't until about 4:00 PM today that I was finally back home relaxing. Needless to say, I didn't feel much like working.
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