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The Flat Tire Story: A True Tale of Survival

Since my last post was a little bit of a downer, here’s a short and funny tale to make up for the sad one.

This past Friday started out just about the same as any other workday: I got up, got ready for work, fought with the coffee grinder trying to make my morning cup, resolved that the grinder won and ended up making instant, and headed out the door right on schedule.

After a pretty perfect morning (every person I spoke with was pleasant and one customer even gave me a hug–which was more than a little awkward) I headed out to visit another store and interview for a position that could be a possible promotion.

What I didn’t expect was to stumble into some unexpected car trouble in the form of a flat tire. In an unfamiliar location. In the sweltering heat. In my black clothing.

As I was pulling into the parking lot at the store, my tire pressure light came on. I figured it wasn’t really a big deal and I’d just stop by the gas station across the street to check the air after the interview since I didn’t want to be late and make a bad impression.

Upon returning to my car about an hour later, I discovered a completely flat tire. I really thought it would be just a matter of a few easy steps to switch it out myself, but I quickly discovered just how wrong that assumption was.

After gathering the required tools from my trunk, I made my first attempt. Jack check. Tire iron check. iPhone with kickin’ tunes and a how-to on changing tires. Check. I was all set to tackle the tire. I thought, lug nuts off, tire off, spare tire on. Lug nuts back on. Tire changed. Easy. Right? No. Not at all.

At this point, one of the guys who works at the store was outside and offered to help me.

I politely declined his assistance. I got this. I. Got. This.

Instead of allowing the nice man to help and sitting in the cool building watching the show, I struggled with the tool to remove the lug nut things for about 5 minutes before I realized I was in way over my head and it was about a million degrees outside. And I was wearing all black and radiating heat like a pizza oven. A few expletives and  possibly a foreign language may have been uttered at this point.  I needed to regroup.

I knew before I could go any further in this seemingly simple repair process, I’d need to change into something more appropriate for such hot conditions.

Knowing that the only clothes in my car were a pair of running shorts and a tank top– which wouldn’t be appropriate attire for such an occasion– I instead fashioned a mini-dress style loincloth out of my iPad case and the shreds of my now useless t-shirt.

Ready for round 2 in lug nut removal, I started the process over again. Tire change- FAIL. The stupid lug nuts wouldn’t budge. I finally caved and reverted to the damsel in distress move when even trying to stand and then jump up and down on the tool to make the things turn wasn’t working.

By this point, I had an audience of several men with arms crossed and cheesy grins stood waiting for me to give up and ask for their help. A few jumped immediately to work when I waved the white flag.

Begrudgingly, I accepted help and in under 5 minutes I was on my way to a tire repair shop. Tire changed. Check. Dignity still in tact… uh, I’ll get back to you on that.

I was really surprised that so many strangers would be willing to assist in such extreme weather conditions, but I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all. Or it could have been the amount of leg showing that drew their attention. I guess I’ll never know. But, crisis averted. I was away and rolling.

Because of all the hard work I did and stress of watching someone else fix my car, I thought it would only be fitting to end the day with a delicious treat from Crown Candy.  And an ice cream cone that was almost bigger than my face is really the only true way to celebrate surviving an ordeal like a flat tire.

Responses (3)

  1. T-Mac says:

    Thankfully you thought on your feet and remembered that the first rule of any true survival situation is to fashion a loincloth out of whatever materials happen to be at your disposal. It sounds like that may have been integral to attaining assistance of the group of men nearby. Ice cream was also a good decision!

    • Katy says:

      Of course the loincloth is probably the only reason I made it out alive. 🙂
      And I’m not sure a situation exists where ice cream would be inappropriate.

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