I'm not superstitious at all, but we all remember the experience I had at Old Navy a couple of weeks ago in the parking lot, right?...
Well, yesterday I went with the kids again because the last time I was there they gave me a $20 coupon off my next purchase and it expired yesterday. I bought a couple of shirts and paid only the taxes so I was pretty happy! I called Randy (this time I took the cell), and told him we were on our way home. I actually left a message because Randy was home vacuuming and cleaning the carpets so he didn't hear the phone ring. As I was driving home I heard a loud weird noise from the side of the car, but since nothing else sounded or felt weird I kept driving. Soon after, someone driving pretty close to me pointed to my rear driver side tire so I pulled over. It turns out I had a flat!
I'm not very good at 'feeling' when I have a flat tire, so I hope I hadn't been driving on it for ever. Last time I had a flat was about 4 years ago when one of my friends let me use her car and I was on my way to pick her up for work! Same deal, I didn't hear or feel anything weird. So what did I do? I called Randy!
I'm sorry but even though I 'say' I would know how to change a tire, I'm still a little intimidated by it, and have never actually done it all by myself. So I figured, if he was home, he could come 'help' me out! Like I mentioned though, he was busy cleaning the house so he didn't hear the phone ring again...so I called our neighbors who live a couple of houses down(I'll have to write about them in a later post), and they were able to come to the house and let him know I needed him to call me. It's a good thing I took the cell phone! Otherwise I may have had to change a tire for the first time in my life! As Randy was changing the tire, some elders rode by on their bikes and asked if they could help...I thought that was nice!
I was remembering that on my mission I had a flat tire twice, the first time I was in Deming, New Mexico and we pulled over to a grocery store parking lot. I had sister Dickson as my companion, and she's such a go-getter that she didn't even hesitate to start to change the tire! She really hadn't gotten far when a guy came by and offered to help, I think he turned out to be an off duty cop! So I got a break there.
The second time was when I was in San Elisario, Texas. My companion was sister Burke and we were all dressed up for church one morning and as we got to our car, we realized we had a flat. The elders only lived about a 20 minute drive from us, so we called them, and they changed it for us thankfully...so yet again, I didn't 'have' to change a tire. I have always told Randy that I would just start and someone would inevitably stop because it's a girl changing a tire right? I'm so prissy when it comes to car stuff...and maybe when it comes to everything? For any of the ladies who read this blog...would you have changed the tire or would you have called your husband or significant other? If Dickson reads this I know the answer! She even has twins and a toddler now too!
So one of these days I should really change a tire 'for fun' so I can at least be more prepared....or else I might just have to call my sweet husband again ;)
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