Son of a NUTCRACKER!
Flat tire. Good thing my daddy showed me how to change one. However, my skills were only needed for the preliminary loosening of the bolts and jack placement - then a BEAUTIFUL man with BEAUTIFUL dreads came over and helped me with the rest. I actually had a really good conversation with him. Yay flat tires? Now my car looks pathetic, the little donut which makes me scared to go above 30 mph. Let's hope I can get it fixed first thing in the morning. Let's hope.
posted by Hae @ 8:14 PM
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Kathy and I both changed our own tires whilst living in Georgia and had many a southern male express doubt and/or astonishment at this amazing feat. Apparently this solidified our status as "Yankee women" (that effing Mason-Dixon line...). Kathy changed her tire Chicago-style - in black three-inch-heeled boots. And her dad had put the lug nuts on so tight that we had to jump up and down on the tire iron to loosen them. But we did it.
Our daddy taught us well. Yay Pops.
"Yankee women" - haha! I like it. And nice use of "effing".
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