Well, now that this Monday is just about over, I can officially say that it was better than the last one.
Last Monday morning, I woke up feeling pretty lousy. I stayed in bed for an extra half hour and had a surprisingly involved internal debate with myself about whether or not to take a sick day. In the end I decided that I’d feel better once I got moving and I had a lot to get done (you win, work ethic) so I made myself get up and go into the office.
Which turned out to be the wrong decision.
On my way to work, while I was driving along a VERY BUSY HIGHWAY, I saw large pieces of metal bouncing around the lanes ahead of me, and before I knew it, I felt something hit my tire. I knew right away that it was a pretty forceful impact, and ten seconds later my low tire pressure light lit up and an alarm started dinging.
I pulled onto the shoulder and hopped out to take a look at my tires and see if I could make it to the next exit, since it was just a mile away and, you know, being in a disabled vehicle on the side of a three lane highway during rush hour is not the most ideal situation. Unfortunately, my right tire was already COMPLETELY flat, so I got back in the car and called my BFFs over at roadside assistance to tell them, HEY, IT’S ME AGAIN WITH YET ANOTHER CAR PROBLEM.
I honestly feel like I should invite the roadside assistance operator over for dinner, I talk to her so often.
I looked around while I dialed the insurance company, and I counted at least ten other cars and trucks pulled over with flat tires. Evidently I was not the only one who fell victim to the metal debris in the road. And a few minutes later, I saw cop lights in my rear view mirror. Normally that sight would fill me with dread, but in that moment I stopped just short of hanging my head out of the window and screaming PLEASE OFFICER, PICK ME.
The state trooper came to my window and when I told him that roadside assistance gave me an estimate of an hour before they would arrive, he rolled up his sleeves and changed my flat tire for me.
I could have kissed him.
Once I was all set, I rolled very slowly to the nearest auto part store and bought myself two new tires and an alignment. Which brings the current total for Matt and me to EIGHT new tires in eight months of marriage.
This week, we are going shopping for bikes.
Or personal chauffeurs.