Photo Friday the 13th: Unlucky?June 13, 2008
Today’s theme for Photo Friday is UNLUCKY, chosen by the originator of this very fun and creative activity, AUTHOR, over at A Curious State of Affairs.
WHAT?! to me is unlucky? Do I even believe in luck? or do I believe in serendipity? (one of my favorite words – fun to say and it has a fun meaning.) If you follow that link, ‘luck’ is part of the definition. Or maybe, I just like what luck rhymes with. Funny how lucky only really rhymes with ducky, isn’t it? or yucky; kooky and wookie don’t rhyme. Oh. sorry, got off track there a bit.
I can imagine you scratching your head.
Um, “C”? This is supposed to be a PHOTO POST.
Oh yea. I’m getting to it, really.
Here’s the setup. I am running late for my pet therapy appointment at the Brain Injury place, right? It’s POURING. Raining hard. REALLY raining hard.
I back out of the drive and my vehicle is FREAKING. It’s beeping and lights are flashing and I sense, hey, my car is trying to tell my something.
I throw it into park and study the display thingy and attempt to discern what the little lighted pictures on the dashboard mean.
With me so far? It’s raining. Did I mention that? It’s relevant.
I have a flat tire. I have 36 psi, 36 psi, 36, psi, 11 psi. The display thingy doesn’t say WHICH tire so I get out into the rain and walk around the car.
I can’t tell.
I can not tell which tire is flat. I suspect it’s one of the rear tires, only because it was the last one listed on the Tire Pressure Display.
I get back in the car and dial the phone number to the Brain Injury Rehab Institute to let them know I won’t be there at my scheduled time. (oh no, I don’t have a brain injury although you might be wondering – I take my dog to visit the very nice patients there.)
I drive back into my driveway, park and go back into the house. I actually open ice cream and serve myself a dish and check this blog for comments.
But then, I start wondering. WWKKD? What would Kasey Kahne do? Besides call his crew chief, I mean. He would do a BETTER investigative job to figure out which friggin’ tire was flat! So, I go back out into the rain but this time, I am more prepared. I have a rain coat on and I’m utilizing that cool tool called an umbrella. By the way, I think that song by Rhianna is stupid. Umbrella-Umbrell, Umbrell, Um Um. WTF!? OR is it the other way? Umbrella Brella Brella Luh Uh Uh. Whatever.
It’s really raining.
I feel around the tires. Try squishing to see if they are soft. I get my ear close to listen for a hissing. Nothing.
I go back in and continue to eat my ice cream. I realize I seek food as comfort. I hold back on calling the husband. He isn’t going to do anything but sigh with disappointment anyway. How is that helpful?
Then. ALL OF A SUDDEN! I think about the very nice place I buy gas. Full-service. [Remind me sometime to tell you about the first time I attempted to pump gas the day we moved to Massachusetts. Or have I already?]
I google for my favorite gas station and call them. Can they fix and/or find out which tire is flat if I come by? YES!!!! Hallelujah.
Have I lost you yet? This is boring you, isn’t it.
And it looks really old! Like it was pounded, forged, whatever by hand! Not machine made, anyway.
Fabian is able to patch the tire and it’s held one week now with no loss in psi. FOR FREE! no money!! and yes, Fabian is kinda cute, too.
The point of all this blahblahblah is to ask: was I UNLUCKY to have run over this crazy piece of tire puncturing annoyance and have it ruin my day, disrupt my plans, IN THE RAIN? - or - was I LUCKY to have been AT home when this catastrophe occurred, and close to my now favorite tire repair station where I made a new friend named Fabian? and have a story to share, in pictures, for this week’s Photo Friday?
The vote is yours.
Now, for some “ART” of my tire!