Remember a few weeks back when my week was brought to you by the number 2? Two flat tires…. two cars… well, it was actually 5, yes F-I-V-E flat tires over a period of five weeks on our two cars. The final one (I hope) was last week when I arrived at Keeve’s hockey practice. I hopped out of the van to hear and watch the rear tire go flat in 15 seconds. Quicker than usual, I thought.
I called Rick and he confirmed that I should call AAA. Believe me when I say that AAA is not making ANY money off of the Crosbys! I’m so familiar with the drill that I save the AAA operator considerable time by answering her questions IN ORDER before she asks them. “Hello, I am in a safe location. I have a flat tire on my 2005 silver Dodge Caravan. Here is my membership number and my cell phone number.”
And you know things are not going exactly peachy when the AAA driver’s first words are, “Hey, I recognize you!” Yeah, yeah, smarty pants, just fix the tire. Not long afterward he added, “Good thing you got a full size spare!” I wasn’t quite sure how to take that???
Seems there was a large crack in the tire. Rick asked if I hit a curb or something bigger. I refrained from saying “You mean like the metal beam by your parking spot at the airport?”….. which he rubbed up against . I’m slowly learning to be such a NICE wife. It’s only taken me 21.4 years.
The needing-attention-flat tire in the back of the van has become so common place now, I keep a towel in the van to lay it on and I just stack the groceries on top of it…. and the hockey bags… and Jill’s card table for Bunko night.
All this does make my heart glad, however, for not long ago in a dire, out-of-town roadside situation I called AAA to discover that my sweet, economical husband had removed my name from the coverage plan. What was he thinking? I think I might just remove him from the laundry plan. Before the shock wore off, I called Rick to see if the AAA lady was credible. It was true. Am I not worthy of roadside coverage??? His explanation, weak as it was, included illogical logic that I drive the reliable vehicle and HE is the only one who truly needs roadside assistance. I don’t exactly remember my response to Rick at that moment. He probably does. Kind of like when I mentally blocked the horror of my semi-Dorothy Hamill haircut in the 70s. But within the hour, I had the AAA gold-package coverage and have used it at least four times since that memorable day.
Thank you, Honey, for taking care of me.
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