So. Not only have I dealing with pain off and on all day, but I’m on a complete emotional rollercoaster.<\/p>\n
This evening I had a sudden craving for pringles (not unusual – I love me some pringles), so I ran to the gas station a block away to get some. While there I saw the Dunkin Donuts now sells flatbread sandwiches and personal pizzas. So I had to get a pizza. As I was getting into my truck someone said, “Hey!” I got out and looked at him. He pointed. “Your tire’s really low!” I walked around to see and sure enough, the tire looked like a near-flattened pancake (mmm, pancake… now I want pancakes… ). $#%!! These are the tires that we just spent $600 replacing. (I say “just”, but the day we replaced them was the day of my beta for IVF#1. So two months ago? But still!)<\/p>\n
So, being the intelligent woman I am, I drove around to the back of the gas station where they have the free tire air. Out Of Order.<\/i> Shit. Well, I’ll deal with it later. I drove home and ate. Then I got in the truck to drive to the other gas station that’s just around the corner from the first.<\/p>\n
I pull up and someone is parked in front of the air thing. And not in the truck. I sit and wait. And wait. Finally he comes out of the gas station, gets in his crappy little pickup truck, and pulls out of my way. I pull up and see that the air machine says “$.75. Quarters Only.” Grrr. Charging for air. But whatever. I go to get some change, since I just spent my change on dinner.<\/p>\n
I stand in line for a while, then explain to the woman at the cash register that I just need some quarters for the air machine. All I have is a $20 bill. She says, “So you want $20 in quarters?” Wha? No, no I really don’t want $20 in quarters. I tell her I’ll take $15 in bills and the other $5 or so in quarters. So then she tells me they have $10 rolls of quarters, and that’s all she can give me. WTF? My only option is to get $20 worth of quarters to use THEIR air machine?<\/p>\n
And that, my friends, is when I turned from normal-me to crazy-me. I turned around and stormed out, muttering “I just want some f***ing air in my f***ing tires! Not a whole f***load of quarters!” I don’t think<\/i> I said it too<\/i> loud…<\/p>\n
I have to pick my husband up from the airport tonight, so it’s not like I could just go home and deal with it later. So I had to drive to the next town over to go to another gas station. As I’m driving I’m nearly in tears I’m so hysterical that I’m not going to be able to put air in my tires and my car is going to crash and kill me. I’m not joking, I was nearly crying.<\/p>\n
That station did have a working air compressor (but only one of two) and someone pulled in right ahead of me, but I did get to fill my tires. I think I filled them too much though. How the hell am I supposed to know how much they take? And how do you even read their little meter, there are three sides to it!<\/p>\n
So that has been my evening. I’m safely in bed, not behind the wheel of a car, and I have Pringles to sedate me. I do need to drive out to the airport in about an hour though. I am SO HAPPY Den is coming home. I’m a mess and I need my hubby. :(<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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