Friday afternoon rolls around, and after walking the Basset Hound, it's time to change a tire, while the sun is still up.
CAVEAT: I have changed flat tires on this Jeep several times, with the same jack that I keep in the back. The jack that I bought the day I bought the Jeep. I have used that jack in the the deserts of Arizona, and the jungles of central Mexico.
Well, the jack got tired and old. It can't get up as high as it used to. It needs a Tireagra pill. After struggling with the jack, finally getting the tire off, it was time to stick the new tire on.
That's when the Jeep rolled away.
You know those stupid little wedges that come with the car jack, that you're supposed to put under the tires, to keep the car from rolling away while you change a tire? This is the first time in my life that I didn't bother, so of course, the car rolled. Fortunately, the Jeep only rolled about one foot.
Problem was, the car had collapsed onto the new tire, and now the car was too low for me to get a jack under it, to start over.
Thank god for AAA. Well, that was emasculating. Brandon--the AAA dude--was the size of a tow truck. He whips out a jack that looked like mine, on steroids. He hefts it, and says, "Five hundred dollars."
Wow...I want one of those!
To further add to my humiliation, after Brandon lifted the Jeep, he pulled out my spare that was jammed under the Jeep, and asked, "Why'd you want to put this spare on, with no air in it?"
Um...where do I go to hand in my testicles?
On the other hand, my son became a man, today. Tonight, while doing his homework (can you believe they give kindergarteners math homework?) he suddenly stopped and exclaimed, "Hey! My tooth fell out!" and dived under the table to retrieve it.
The wife fell asleep with him and his sister, without putting some money under his pillow. Tooth Fairy, you're fired. Now I need to drive to the bank, and get some money from the ATM. I'm taking his tooth with me.
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