I decided that today would be the day that I finally got to deal with the flat tire on my second car. I am supposed to be driving it weekly, but I didn’t have the money to fix the flat right away, so I let it sit for a while. This morning, I declared it time!
I worked and did a lot of my errands. Then I came home and called AAA at 3:20pm to have them put the donut on the car, so I could take it to be repaired. My daughter was going to follow me in her car, so we could get errands run while the car was being fixed.
The service truck came within 10 minutes. They started to change the tire, but couldn’t find the wheel lock. They called for a tow truck. It would be an hour. Fine. Ten minutes later, AAA dispatch called and told me that they had to move my request to another towing company, and it would arrive within the hour. Fine. I got an automated call telling me that it would be arriving within the hour. Fine.
I looked online and found that the tow truck was due to arrive at 5:12pm. Ok. Great. The tire place closes at 6. Barely time, but ok. Suddenly the website tells me that the tow truck had arrived, at 5:00. I went outside. No tow truck. I called again, and finally got a person to talk to me. She could see my call, but it wasn’t making sense to her. She put me on hold and checked with dispatch. My call had been forwarded to 6 different towing companies, and no one had a flatbed tow truck available! I explained to her about the tire place closing shortly, and that we weren’t going to make it. I wasn’t going to do a key drop off. She told me to call back tomorrow, and gave me a case number so that it wouldn’t count as a call, because I didn’t get service.
I was a giant stress ball by this point. My daughter and her friend tossed me in the car and we did our errands. We ended up at the mall. My daughter told me “Go play with the turtles, Mom.” I didn’t, but I stopped to take a photo of them.
The next morning, I was venting about all of this to a friend who asked why I didn’t just throw fix a flat in it and drive it to the tire place. Well, duh. I ran to the auto part store and while I was there, I asked about the wheel locks. They had them!
I went off to work, and came home and got the car going. I drove it to the tire place and they took one look. Wrong wheel locks. Sigh. Good news, though – one of the mechanics had the right tool to get them off. He showed it to me, and I took a photo and got the measurement. I could pick up the tool at the auto parts store, in theory.
I left the car there and walked the mall and got lunch while I waited. It wasn’t quite ready when I arrived. I only had to wait a few minutes until it was done. Great!
Since I had the car out, I stopped to put gas into it, and washed the windshield. I went back to the auto part store and returned the stuff I didn’t need. I asked about the tool. Nope. I’d have to go to a store that actually carries tools. No biggie. I can do that, but not urgently.
I got home and found a parking spot on the right side of the street for street cleaning. It was a better day than the day before. Always an adventure with me, though.