I left work at 1:40 to go to my audition. Got to the parking ramp, and my
tire was flat. Called AAA and hobbled my car out of the ramp to wait
for the tow truck guy to come change the tire. Called Moore to say
I'll be late but will still try to make it to Lynn Blumenthal's to
audition for a role in a Mayo Clinic Industrial as a woman with
Crohn's Disease and bloody stool. Fine.
The tow guy spent a full half hour trying to get my tire off, breaking
one of the lug nuts in the process. They had rusted shut,
apparently. After those were off, he had to lay in the street,
grunting and heaving and pounding the tire with a hammer while he
literally screamed with each swing. I sat on the curb with my hand over my mouth and
tried to pretend I was dead. He yelled at me for not rotating my
tires more often. I apologized and promised to try harder. I called
Moore back and said I wouldn't make the audition after all. He
finally got the tire off, and I thanked him profusely. He said, "Well
I prayed for patience today and so God tested me. That's the way I
like it." OK! Score one for God!
I drove to the service station and gave the guy my bum tire to patch
and asked him to rotate my tires while he was at it. He said he was
full today, but come back tomorrow. So I left my tire with him and
I'm going back at 1:00 tomorrow for more tire rotation fun. In the
meantime, I'm driving on my spare with only 3 lug nuts in it.
The moral of the story? Rotate your tires regularly. And don't pray
for patience, 'cause God will test your ass.
Did I mention my car was also towed last Thursday for being one foot too close to a driveway?
I'm now drinking beer.
