Cars suck II

Yep, cars still suck.

So, I had to work on Black Friday. No biggie, it actually wasn't so bad. Of course, I spent the first few hours up at the registers bagging. This was easy compared to the folks in the trenches trying to direct the mob towards their products. Even 3 hours into the day, I still had fun trying to direct people, and it was much more relaxed by then.

However, in the few minutes it took me to get from work to the credit union, where I deposit my teeny tiny checks each week, I managed to run over something and got a full wheel-on-the-pavement flat. Fantastic. Much cursing and swearing later, I got the tiny playtoy spare tire on, the big tire lumped into the back, and my ass home. I figured this was annoying, but I could still go to lunch Saturday and get my new set of tires on Monday after work.

So, today, I get up early and get out the door with an extra 10 minutes so I won't have to drive too fast on the bubble tire. I get in the car, pull out, and hear the tire "wubbing". Ok, pull back in and scream a bit while I get the compressor out and inflate the OTHER front tire. About two miles down the road, it starts sounding like it's on the pavement again, so I re-fill it at the nearest gas station and head home. Work is about 10 miles away, and there aren't 5 gas stations nicely placed between here and there, even if I could somehow not be late.

So, I guess I'll still get my new tires today, but they'll cost me a day's pay extra and I'll probably get suspended (or at least a write up) because Menard's doesn't care if God Himself strikes you down with a bolt of lightning, unless you have a doctor's note to excuse it.