So last night I discovered I had a flat tire. Huh, that's unfortunate. I'll deal with it in the morning.
This morning I moved all the crap out of my trunk (and there is a lot of crap, for reasons that are irrelevant to my story) and pull out my spare.
While I'm jacking up my car, a former AAA employee walks by with his dog. He gives me a hand, and he tells me that he was going to sleep in today but his neighbor fell while smoking crack last night and died. So the ambulances and police woke him up early this morning. Awkward silence.
Turns out my spare is flat. So I inch along the back roads until I get to the gas station near my house. A helpful biker pulls up next to the passenger side window and motions frantically down towards my tire. Since I really don't feel like leaning across and rolling down the passenger side window, I yell "I know, my spare is flat.. I know" until he either hears me or gives up.
When I get to the gas station, the air pump is out of order. Of course. So I get back on the road and inch my way to the next closest gas station. Where the air pump only accepts quarters and all I have is nickles and dimes. Thank you, gas station attendant man who changed my nickles and dimes into quarters.
Back on the road with a no longer flat spare, I finally make it to a Pep Boys where I sit in the waiting room that smells like tires for two and a half hours. My tire is now good as new.
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I remember reading about how in certain parts of Asia and in Macedonia, people use cormorants to catch fish.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
4 comments:
That sucks. I'm glad you managed to make it without the assistance of a tow truck or something like that.
can i say that you're so brave for doing this?
just playin.
bummer about the guy's neighbor though.
so, i keep tryiing to read your posts, but i have to keep looking at your hair. i am soooo super-jealous of how hot it looks. i want to go home and be the short-hair sara that i love, but i keep trying to get it to be long. i swear im living vicariously through your photo. i think ill set it as my desktop background.
ps. glad the car is better
Thanks Sara, that's not creepy stalkerish at all!
I kid, I kid. Everybody should feel free to set me at their desktop background.
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