Another Flat Tire
no! Not again!"
I had driven my car earlier that morning and it was
fine. Now the dashboard message said "low tire pressure."
Something had to be wrong.
But, I was on the way to the doctor and it was too
late to cancel the appointment. I would have to go to the appointment
and after that drive straight to the dealership. I had a flat tire a
few months ago, how could I have another already? Life isn't fair.
Of course, things like this never happen at a good
time, as if there is a good time for a flat tire. Honey's car was in
the shop so we were down to one car this week - mine. I had taken him
to work already that morning and planned to pick him up tonight. If
the car can't be fixed today, he will be stranded. I tried not to
think about that possibility.
Anyhow, I got my doctor appointment over with and
drove to the dealership. The left rear tire registered 25 pounds and
my other tires were 35 pounds. My car has nitrogen in the tires,
so I take it to a dealership.
"What's wrong?" asked Cindy, the service
manager at Freeland's. I'm there so often that she knows me by name.
"I'm getting low pressure messages for the back
tire. Can you check it out?"
"Sure. Are you going to wait?"
I had no choice.
So, I went into the waiting room with all the other
grim-faced people with car problems who were waiting for their cars to
be fixed. I tried not to consider the possibility that I could need a
new tire. Last time this happened, the nail was in the side of the
tire and it could not be fixed.
I cursed the day I bought a Corvette. It always has
problems that take several days to fix and the parts are always twice
as much as for a normal car.
I decided to call Honey and warn him. He might want to
start trying to bum a ride home from a co-worker.
"Guess, where I am?" I said when he picked
up the phone. After several unsuccessful guesses, he actually guessed
the right place.
"What are you doing there? What's wrong?"
"I don't know yet. I'm waiting for them to check
it and tell me."
"It is probably the tire sensor," he said.
I didn't think so, but was not in the mood to argue.
What a boring place. "It sure seems to take a
long time when you are just sitting and waiting," observed a
fellow stranded motorist.
I decided to get a cup of their courtesy coffee before
I fell asleep. "Ho, hum." I wish I could take a nap. The
television droned on playing some soap opera that I was not interested
in. I checked my email, checked Facebook, and noticed my cell
phone was almost dead.
Finally, Cindy came in to tell me the car was ready. I
didn't even know they were working on it yet, so that was fantastic
"It was a nail," she said, "but we were
able to plug it."
I called Honey with the good news. It was almost time
to pick him up, but maybe I would have time to go by the pharmacy and
pick up my medicine. I stretched time too far and ended up
Honey called. "I will be outside waiting,"
"My phone is almost dead," I informed him.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
My mind was replaying all the things I had intended to
do today that did not get done. Still, things can always be worse. I
only had one tire go flat. Three were still okay.