I got a flat tire Saturday at the manfriends. Luckily, I thought, I am with a man who can help me. It turns out, nothing can help me.
We spent a couple hours trying to get the wheel off. Manfriend is strong too. The landlord tried to help. A neighbor tried to help. They used some stuff that eats thru rust.
We called a mechanic that said we need an impact drill. Called the towing company they said they could get it off. They had a drill with 70 psi (whatever that means) and that wouldn't budge it. Finally, manfriend had fix a flat. Used that and drove to get another can.
I have a nail in my tire.
The neighbors brother has an air drill or whatever those shop things are, that does 100 psi (whatever that means) and that wouldn't budge it.
The world could implode, and there would sit my Dodge Stratus, with the left rear wheel still attached. Maybe it can cure world hunger or something spectacular like that. My Dad would be proud. "American" made.
You know, Friday my wages were garnished. I have no money. I can't pay to have my freaking tire removed. It's just about the stupidest thing I've had to deal with.
No, I can't get a flat, I have to have a bionic wheel, and no way to cash in on its sheer strength!
Oh, guess what else? I'm going to the gyno today. That tops off the wonderful weekend. At least I'm finally going to use my insurance, and go to a real gyno, with soft chairs, and mood lighting, and cloth gowns, and two stirrups (at planned parenthood inevitably one is always broken) and peaceful music vs. 16 kids screaming in the waiting room while their mom (they all belong to one teenager) is getting her 17th pregnancy test.
Upon relating my weekend to my boss. She told me to take a mental health day tomorrow. Not vacation, personal time, that I don't have to account for, even though, I still have 72 vacation hours to use this year.
Maybe I've mentioned that I have the best boss ever?