Where’s the Spare?

It was just a normal, run-of-the-mill day in which my sister and I were passing the time doing some shopping.

We went to the mall where we meandered through all the shops. We talked, we laughed, and giggled. We acted like a couple of high school girls. We made whatever purchases we made and after a long day of girl time, we decided to grab a bite to eat. We chose our favorite place where we giggled and laughed some more. Afterwards, I needed to make one quick stop at Walmart. I needed milk at the house. Of course, you can’t ever just go in quick. We started looking through fabric and picture frames and scrapbook supplies. These are all hobbies that we enjoy and it took much longer to grab those gallons of milk than we intended. Whatever…..

On our way to the van, I found a surprise waiting for me. Much to my dismay and hers because by the time we were pushing the limit on time, I had a flat tired.

“Dammit, I have a flat tire!”

We looked around, judged our options…….

Shrugging my shoulders, “Guess I get to change a tire. I can do this though. I’ve done it before.”

So, I proceeded to get the car jack out only to realize, I don’t remember where to place it under the vehicle.

Hmm, now what? Okay, that spot looks good.

Yeeahhh, we’re not tire changers.

Anyway, we got that squared away, now how do I get theΒ spareΒ tire out of it’s spot. It’s bolted under the car and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

But, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Putting our heads together, we finally figured out how to get it unbolted from under the car.

But, dammit, I can’t get the lug nuts off.

Shew….thankfully the nice old guy that just pulled up offered to held. It was funny though because he asked/offered with the attitude ofΒ “I’ll help you if you really need help, but please don’t really need the help.”

Unfortunately for him, we really needed the help 😦

He broke the nuts loose and we kindly relieved him of any further duty to help. He went business.

Thankfully, the rest of that trip continued without any further delay. Soon enough, we had the flat tired removed, new tired put on, and all equipment fastened back down and tucked tightly into its’ quarters.

Turns out, a rock in that darn parking lot pierced my tire.

Now it’s all said and done, I appreciate the experience, but did I mention….

I don’t like changing tires or oil or filling gas or running out of washer fluid?

Did I mention any of those things? Did I mention, I don’t particularly like mechanical things at all?

Because if I didn’t, please make note of it. Thanks

By the way, that darnΒ spareΒ is tucked up underneath the back end of my van and is held on by a I swear a 10″ bolt that’s located under the carpet in the hatch of the van and it goes through the floor and the hole in the center of the tire. It took us about 10 minutes just to locate the bolt to be able to remove the tire and then the darn thing had to be finangled off the holder thingy is was on.

Are you thoroughly confused now? If so, imagine our confusion……

Any-whooo, job well done girls πŸ™‚

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5 thoughts on “Where’s the Spare?”

    1. True enough. I would have hated to have gotten the flat and been without spare.
      As hard as it was for me to get and then put on, I truly did enjoy the experience. I don’t plan to do it again any time soon. It taught me something about myself and I appreciate that.
      Thanks for replying πŸ™‚

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