Yes, it’s true. I appeared in public with foils on my head. Yes, that is the AAA tow truck with lights flashing. Yes, these two things would only happen simultaneously to ME!
Today started out like any other ordinary day… we homeschooled; I dropped Keeve off for band; I finally went to the Social Security Administration to apply for Nora’s SS number (and they only printed it incorrectly once… that’s not bad); I picked up a refund check at the doctor’s office; I bought a few gifts at Target and then went to get my hair colored and cut.
Lo and behold, in between Target and the salon, I realized my front tire was flat. Not just super low, FLAT. Knowing that a color/cut takes an hour, I called AAA, knowing also that the tow truck driver NEVER arrives in less than an hour. The timing was perfect in my little head. As the picture shows…. it didn’t exactly turn out that way. This was the fastest tow truck driver on the planet. TWENTY minutes! That’s it! Just as the last foil went in, my cell phone rang, “I’m here!” Oh brother…. and out into the warm afternoon I went, somewhat humiliated and embarrassed.
We are not putting one slim dime into this van with the flat tire. My dear husband has tomorrow off work so we can go get a newer van and trade in this one. It has over 220,000 miles and has served us well. But right now it needs new shocks, new tires and the transmission changes gears randomly while driving, so that probably needs to be replaced as well. I said all that to say, the tow truck driver got out the spare…. that has a bulge in it. He put it on, but wouldn’t let me drive the van. It wasn’t safe. At all. So he towed the van with the bulgy tire to our home 7 miles away…. and I stayed to get a shampoo, cut and style.
My husband was supposed to be passing by this area on the way home from work in about twenty minutes, so I called him and asked him to pick me up. That sounds all well and good too, but there was a huge accident on the freeway and it took Rick 1 hr and 10 minutes to get to me. “Frazzled” doesn’t quite do justice to my state of mind when he finally arrived. I think he may have been going to ask me if I wanted to go to the movies…. but one look at me and he didn’t. :o) Wise man, my husband.
So, FYI: next time you schedule your hair appointment, don’t call AAA at the beginning of the procedure.
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