I have bad luck with cars. I swear to God, they see me coming and just fall apart in anticipation. Like, my Saturn just died with 80000 miles on it. It's not like I didn't take care of it or anything, I DID. Even so. Dead car. Now, to avoid having to buy a NEW car (yes, this time I am going to buy new. It's just best considering how mechanically unsound I am), I am driving Mom's POS old F150. But hey-it works. Honestly, better than the Saturn did. Except for the stupid tires. They are just blowing right and left.
Like this morning for instance. Mom woke me up at 630 to say this, "Angie (I still can't believe that I am living somewhere where my name is Angie again) one of the tires is flat."
Yesterday afternoon the stupid tire was fine. Last night it was a pleasing doughnut shape. This morning it's flatter than a pancake (um....I think it might be time for some breakfast). Just so you know- the tire itself was in good condition- no reason for it to do that. Except for it's proximity to ME, of course.
Thankfully, my father knows me and has paid for AAA since I was 20. So I don't have to.
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