Low Tire Pressure
I drive on a lot of construction sites.
So, every once in a while I’ll get a chime from my car and a warning:
“Low tire pressure.”
It’s never at a convenient time.
Yesterday was Jake’s 27th birthday - which is insane - and I had an ice cream cake in the car.
Chanced that my tire could make the trip home…
Got there, but then headed over to a tire shop because I had an appointment.
I don’t know what the guy who made the appointment was thinking because after he ushered me to a chair in the waiting room; he came back to tell me that it’d be a ‘couple of hours.’
“Dude, I have a nail in my tire. I’m not waiting 2 hours.”
Made it back home for pizza and cake and a few laughs.
Used the little compressor in the morning and made it to a gas station to refill.
It’s never a good time for a nail.
And isn’t it crazy that you are zipping through a decent day and:
“Here, dipshit…deal with this!”
Maybe it’ll get repaired today.
Probably have to buy 2 new tires.
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