Ahhhhhh.... BLOW OUT!
Last night, Artsy Gal and I went to a show here and saw him, along with him and him and a surprise appearance by her. I *heart* sappy musician boys with their poetic lyrics. I don't think I can ever handle a relationship with such sensitive and sentimental things, but the idea is nice...
Let me disclose some annoying traits of fellow concert goers:
- Clapping during a song without prompting by the performer(s).
- Worse, clapping off beat. (Bless little Ben's humor, he chuckled and said, "Are you guys even clapping to what I'm playing, 'cuz it's sounding a little crazy out there.")
- At pivotal and intentional moments of musical pause, propositioning one's body to host the performer's offspring.
- Cheering that sounds like the last cries of a painfully dying animal.
- Neighbors' obsessive checking of their cell/mobile phone.
- Smelly Emo kids. (You can use store-bought products instead of real accumulated hair grease for styling!)
The show was great regardless. All acoustic and our seats were kick ass!
Beforehand, we met up with OCG for dinner here, then I finally got to try this. I've heard rave reviews after rave reviews about Pinkberry. Maybe it's because I was freezing that made the treat not as great, I dunno. Maybe it's because I was expecting a more creamy consistency. Maybe. It was just okay for me.
Anyhoo, the fun story. So we drive home after the show, and when we got about 2 miles from my offramp, it felt like I was "driving by braille", but I was perfectly centered in the middle of lane. Then it dawned on me... Oh Shit! My tire!!!
It's never happened to me before, but High School Driver's Ed Class must have done its job. Without hesitance, I quickly crossed 3 lanes and pulled over on the side of the freeway.
Artsy Gal: "What happened?!"
Me: "My tire blew out!
Artsy Gal: "What??"
Me: "Get out and check! It's on your side. I don't know if it's the front one or the back one!"
As soon as she opens her door, the thick smell of burnt rubber tire invades the car interior.
Artsy Gal: "OMG it's the back one and smoke is coming out of it!!"
Me: "It's not on fire, is it?!"
Artsy Gal: "No, no!" Whew!
I contemplated for 2 nanoseconds on changing the tire myself, until I thought, I've been paying AAA for how many years?! Oh, they're coming to change it for me.
For 40 minutes, Artsy Gal and I listened to music and played the game of "Worst Scenario Right Before The Tire Blows Out."
Artsy Gal: "I think we should break up... *POP! thud thud thud...*"
Me: "Driving home from a first date and your dinner didn't agree with you. You now have the rumblings of explosive diarrhea... *POP! thud thud thud...*"
I *heart* potty humor.
It took no time for Randy to change out the tire with my donut of a spare. It's all about having the right tools...
Upon daylight inspections of the remaining 3 tires, it's time to just replace all 4 tires. Every girl's shopping dream... Oh yeah, 195/60R15, come to mamma!!
2 comments:
I thought a tire blow-out would be more noticeable. Like, the car gets tilted or something like that. I'm less scared now. ;)
Me too! I always thought I would careen off the road and tumble down a hill, out of control, screaming, but nope. I think it's because it was one of my back tires. If it was one of the front ones, it would have been a bit more dramatic...
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