This morning started great. I woke up before the alarm – ready to go. My friend John came over and helped load my car onto the trailer. Which was great until I blinded him with the headlights and then I tried to open to door to get out. The door only opens a crack and hits the side of the trailer. Shit balls.
This is important for two reasons. One, at 6:30 this morning if you were on Lawrence Street you saw a black lab named Tugger jump out an open car window into a man’s arms. And then you saw me slide out the driver’s side window like I was Bo, mother f-ing, Duke. Though I was far less graceful and my jeans weren’t as tight. Second, I hadn’t loaded ANY of my clothes into said trailered vehicle yet. Shit balls.
The rest of the morning passed uneventfully with the exception of loading a closet full of clothes into a Honda Accord using only the windows and sunroof. Note, the car was totally on a trailer while I was throwing things through the sunroof. The inside of my car was the definition of a hot mess. Then there was a tinsy tiny temporary setback in the form of me having a panic attack about all these changes. So I flipped out and cried for a little bit, ok, a lot a bit. The tile on my kitchen floor is quite cold but very comforting.
But hey, it’s still early and this is a new start.
I hit the road at a little before 11. Quick stop on the way out, then Interstate 45 – North by 11:15. Holla.
It’s now 11:55 and I am sitting at a Discount Tire just off of said Interstate 45 – North. Because about one mile into my new start, the back tire on the f-ing trailer blew. Into about million pieces. Which was fine, because I was already crying from my panic attack this morning and hadn’t stopped.
Right now, I am waiting for them to put a new tire on the trailer that actually isn’t even the right size – it’s a half an inch bigger than the other 3. But no other Discount Tire in the whole of the Houston Metroplex has the size tire I need. Of course they don’t.
However, this is a minor detail and the tire they have will get me to Dallas according to my new friend Mike at Discount Tires. I think Mike at Discount Tires is scared of me. Not because I am mean but because I was just crying so much. The hiccup really startled him. And its hard to explain to him that, yes, the tire is upsetting but I am crying because I don’t feel like I have closure. But I mean, what is closure anyway? I think it’s something women made up to make us feel better about being depressed. But again, Mike didn’t need that information. He just needed the tire size.
Today I learned that the secret to getting good service at car places is to just cry and hiccup. It makes them work REALLY FAST. I mean, they pulled the truck up to the front door, left it running, held the door for me and waved when I drove off. That kind of speed.
I think God might hate me. I don’t think Mike at Discount Tires does. I think he pities me. I wonder if he’s single?
October 1, 2010 at 10:27 am
Mike sounds like a winner, you should go for it. People always need tires, if nothing else, he offers steady income…
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October 1, 2010 at 10:51 am
GIRL. What does not put us 6ft under makes us stronger. Why do we have to get beaten down to the ground in order for that to happen? I don’t know.
But you’ll come through this better for it all. And on the other side of it lies nothing but sunshine. chocolate and orgasms.
What? Are those not the best things, ever?
A thousand hearts.
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