Ever have one of those days where it starts off bad and you just think "maybe it'd be better if I went back to bed and have a redo?" Yeah, yesterday was one of those for me and T.
So we get up and are getting ready for work...everything going smoothly, and we're actually going to get out of the door at a decent time. So while T is finishing up, I head outside to take out the recycling and put my stuff in the car. And I notice it. My tire is low. Now, of course, I'm the kind of person who always thinks her tires are low. I've been caught in way too many places with low tires so now I'm paranoid that my tires are always flat. I'm always asking T "does this look low to you?" And the answer is always no. But this time, it was pretty undeniable. And we were about five minutes away from leaving for work. Shit.
So I go upstairs and let T know the good news. We decide to take the car into a tire store and get it patched first thing. I was inclined to wait, but T didn't feel like changing a full-on flat tire so I caved and sent a quick note to work saying I'm going to be late. So we drop the car off at Tires Plus, are told it'll be a $25 patch. No problem. Not much money at all. Yeah, not so lucky. We get a phone call about ten minutes into our drive to work. It turns out the tire that was flat did have a nail in it (something that's an unfortunate given when you live in a new neighborhood like we do), but it was in a spot that couldn't be patched. It needed to be replaced. And they discovered that my front two tires were completely worn to the point that the steel treads were showing. From what T tells me this basically means I was driving a death mobile to and from work, just waiting for both of my front tires to blow out at any given moment. Suddenly our $25 fix turned into replacing all of my tires. And I'm going to choose not to quote how much that fix cost. Suffice it to say...it was more than $25.
We pick up the car after work and head home. T's following me home, and when I pull into the garage he says "You're not going to like this..." And I hate statements that start like that, but apparently he noticed, on the way home, that my back right brake light was out. FML.
T's such a good sport, though. He spent the rest of the evening fixing that problem so that I could legally drive while he's out of town next week. I guess we should consider ourselves lucky. Had I not run over that nail, we wouldn't have known that my front tires were so shot. God forbid that either one of them have blown out next week while he's thousands of miles away, leaving me stranded on the side of the Interstate. But still....Thursday? Not one of our better days.
Here's hoping Friday will be cheaper!