I always joke that I live in the middle of Nowhere, but really, the middle of Nowhere is farther west in Nebraska. So yesterday and today I headed 3 hours west to a conference for school. What really stunk is that I had to be away from Roo and the hubs for a night, but the conference was very good and informative.
So today, the conference ends at 1 and I'm on my merry way from the middle of nowhere to just slightly east of nowhere. I get 10 miles out and the school car is making a weird noise so I pull over - flat rear tire. Great!
Now what I usually do when I get a flat tire, and I know this is pathetic, is call my hubs or my dad or my brother or even my cousin, but I doubted they'd make the 3 hour drive. So, I got out the spare, took off the flat, and put the spare on. Just as I was letting down the car, two guys stopped in a Dept of Roads truck. They said, and I kid you not,
"Tire go flat?"
I actually looked around for Bill Engval and so wanted to say, "Nope, this is all part of an elaborate drill," but I just said yep.
But then they asked, "did you already change it?"
Seriously?!?! The spare is small, so it's obviously a spare. I so wanted to say, "nope, just shrank it," but I just said yep.
It was really nice of them to stop, but really?
Then I get to a town with a tire shop, which was not the first town I went through, and explain my plight to the lady working. She asks if I can leave it over night. Uh? Really? Didn't I just explain that I live THREE HOURS AWAY! I say no, and repeat the 3 hours away thing and she still asks if I can leave it or come back another day. Seriously?!?! What part of that is not understandable. So I tear up.
Luckily the tire manager comes into the office and asks about the school car. The lady explains what I need and that I won't leave it over night. I tearfully add that I live 3 hours away. I didn't mean to be tearful, but I was exhausted and I was just done. He says, pull it around back, I'll do it right away.
Thank goodness there was one sane soul in the middle of nowhere!