one does not simply rock into mordor
this is how I spent my day on Tuesday.
My almost-Lord-of-the-Rings-epic tale of epicness from Tuesday, the 28th.
But first, a little background information.
I bought my car in June of 2007. Granted, it’s no Mustang or anything, but it gets the job done. From point A to point B. That’s all I needed in a car.
The tires gave me trouble from the start, however. Constantly needing air. As in, several times a week I was outside my front yard, parking lot, wherever, with a huge thing that resembled a bomb. It even made a noise that sounded like a loud vibration. Epic.
Fast forward to midnight, Tuesday. I’m coming home from a friend’s house. Going the speed limit, but also taking a slight detour. I come to a large traffic circle and start driving through it when my car suddenly skids, hitting the curb of the circle. Generally startled, I contributed it to being icy, since it had rained frequently that day.
I come to the freeway. On a sharp turn, my car fish tails worse. To the point where I, for a moment, thought I might hit a barrier. I got control back and kept driving, though going more cautiously.
Fast forward, again, to noon or something. I make it out to my bank in Lakewood to deposit a check I had received when a woman approaches me. She gently informs me that my rear passenger tire is flat. Confused, I turn and see that, yes, my tire is flat. As in, hubcap is touching the ground.
Annoyed, I thank the woman and start my bank business. I ask the teller if she knows of a Les Schwab in the area. She does not know of one.
First thing I do when I get back to my car? Call my mother. Because, really, What am I supposed to do?
Call Triple A, duh. And after sifting through various options, I get to what we PAY Triple A for! Emergency Roadside Service!
Except, when I finish all those lovely options, they inform me to call back later, because all the lines are busy. What.
Instead, I call my mechanics. They weren’t surprised by what I told them about Triple A, saying they weren’t fond of them recently. They gave me a number to a tow company and wish me luck. I then braved calling Triple A again.
Success! I get through to them and tell them my situation! After going through all the questions, they inform me that the closest Les Schwab is about a mile and a half away from me, and the tow truck will be there in about 2 hours!
What. No.
So, being the stubborn little thing I am, I politely tell them no, I’ll just go there myself. I already drove 10 miles on a flat, another mile and a half will be fine. The person on the other line seemed confused and, I guess, worried, but said to have a good day and to call back if I have any trouble.
However, the story doesn’t end.
I drive to Steilacoom, thinking my troubles were over. I drive, searching for that Les Schwab who’s only a mile and a half away! I continue driving, ignoring all the gas stations, businesses, and other things as I drove farther away from where I just had been!
When I drove by Western State, I learned I was screwed.
I quickly pulled into the Chevron station right by it to weigh in my options. What to do? Who do I call? No way in hell was I calling Triple A back. I wasn’t going to call a tow truck either.
My best option was Nick. Thank god that man did not work that day. I rang him up, hoping he was home and near a computer. He was! He listened to my story and checked online for a Les Schwab.
Then we discussed a plan.
It became clear the best thing to do was to come get me and go to Les Schwab to tell them the story and what the best option was.
And so we did. I called mom to let her know all would be well, since moms worry, you know. Nick picked me up and onto Les Schwab we went! After getting there, I think the woman thought I was crazy for what I did. But she was nice and said to just fill up the tire full of air and come back.
That’s what we did.
Once my car was moved and safely at Les Schwab, the story pretty much ends. Nick and I got Taco Bell and as soon as we went back to the place, they called my name to say my car was pretty much done.
The end.
And yes I consider this epic.
My almost-Lord-of-the-Rings-epic tale of epicness from Tuesday, the 28th.
But first, a little background information.
I bought my car in June of 2007. Granted, it’s no Mustang or anything, but it gets the job done. From point A to point B. That’s all I needed in a car.
The tires gave me trouble from the start, however. Constantly needing air. As in, several times a week I was outside my front yard, parking lot, wherever, with a huge thing that resembled a bomb. It even made a noise that sounded like a loud vibration. Epic.
Fast forward to midnight, Tuesday. I’m coming home from a friend’s house. Going the speed limit, but also taking a slight detour. I come to a large traffic circle and start driving through it when my car suddenly skids, hitting the curb of the circle. Generally startled, I contributed it to being icy, since it had rained frequently that day.
I come to the freeway. On a sharp turn, my car fish tails worse. To the point where I, for a moment, thought I might hit a barrier. I got control back and kept driving, though going more cautiously.
Fast forward, again, to noon or something. I make it out to my bank in Lakewood to deposit a check I had received when a woman approaches me. She gently informs me that my rear passenger tire is flat. Confused, I turn and see that, yes, my tire is flat. As in, hubcap is touching the ground.
Annoyed, I thank the woman and start my bank business. I ask the teller if she knows of a Les Schwab in the area. She does not know of one.
First thing I do when I get back to my car? Call my mother. Because, really, What am I supposed to do?
Call Triple A, duh. And after sifting through various options, I get to what we PAY Triple A for! Emergency Roadside Service!
Except, when I finish all those lovely options, they inform me to call back later, because all the lines are busy. What.
Instead, I call my mechanics. They weren’t surprised by what I told them about Triple A, saying they weren’t fond of them recently. They gave me a number to a tow company and wish me luck. I then braved calling Triple A again.
Success! I get through to them and tell them my situation! After going through all the questions, they inform me that the closest Les Schwab is about a mile and a half away from me, and the tow truck will be there in about 2 hours!
What. No.
So, being the stubborn little thing I am, I politely tell them no, I’ll just go there myself. I already drove 10 miles on a flat, another mile and a half will be fine. The person on the other line seemed confused and, I guess, worried, but said to have a good day and to call back if I have any trouble.
However, the story doesn’t end.
I drive to Steilacoom, thinking my troubles were over. I drive, searching for that Les Schwab who’s only a mile and a half away! I continue driving, ignoring all the gas stations, businesses, and other things as I drove farther away from where I just had been!
When I drove by Western State, I learned I was screwed.
I quickly pulled into the Chevron station right by it to weigh in my options. What to do? Who do I call? No way in hell was I calling Triple A back. I wasn’t going to call a tow truck either.
My best option was Nick. Thank god that man did not work that day. I rang him up, hoping he was home and near a computer. He was! He listened to my story and checked online for a Les Schwab.
Then we discussed a plan.
It became clear the best thing to do was to come get me and go to Les Schwab to tell them the story and what the best option was.
And so we did. I called mom to let her know all would be well, since moms worry, you know. Nick picked me up and onto Les Schwab we went! After getting there, I think the woman thought I was crazy for what I did. But she was nice and said to just fill up the tire full of air and come back.
That’s what we did.
Once my car was moved and safely at Les Schwab, the story pretty much ends. Nick and I got Taco Bell and as soon as we went back to the place, they called my name to say my car was pretty much done.
The end.
And yes I consider this epic.