So I'm driving down the interstate, and about a 3/4 mile to the next exit (my exit was the one right after), I start hearing THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP. I immediately slow down to ten above the minimum, and as I do, the car suddenly SWERVED and I almost lost control! The truck that was behind me slowed WAY down when that happened, and I didn't blame them-- I wouldn't want someone who was losing control to hit my car, either.
The portion of the interstate I am on is in town (obviously) so although I'm in the right full lane, there are ramp oncomings and incomings one after another, so you literally have this mini lane that never tapers off into the lane next to it, it just leads to the off ramp of the next exit.
There is space off on the left, but I'm positive at this point there is something wrong with my tire (or even TIRES), and I decide crossing three lanes of traffic traveling about 20 mph faster than me is not the best idea, especially during a Midwest December. So I finish the half mile to the exit before mine, which is really spacious and had a triangular space where my car was able to fit without ever reaching the road the off ramp lead to, or obstructing traffic in any way. As I get out of the car, I notice that the same person that was behind me when I nearly lost control is also directly behind me. He starts to get out as I cross the front of my car to the passenger side and immediately says, "You lost your whole tire." at the very same moment that my eyes fell on the place the tire was SUPPOSED to be. All I had left was a rim, and what looks like the other side of the tire. In fact, I took a picture as proof to my boss that I nearly severely hurt myself on the way to work to explain my tardiness.
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| See where the tire ripped off? I still have tire on the side of the car! Black thing in upper right corner is one of my rescuers getting ready to jack up my car :P |
The man asked me, "Do you have a spare?" I thought back to when my boyfriend was working on my car from the first bad thing happened to it. Since he was dealing with some electric components, we had to access my battery to disconnect it, and in my particular vehicle model, my battery is located in the trunk.
FYI, this is a huge design fail. lets say that in the process of doing this, the trunk is inadvertently closed before the battery is reconnected. If you have your original key, this isn't an issue, but if you have happened to lock your keys in with the trunk, or if you've needed a key replaced, about 50 bucks a pop, thanks to the electronic chip, for some reason your "universal" key can turn your car on, but couldn't open the trunk for anything--which I know from experience, you are basically SOL. Automatic trunk opener from inside the car? Electronic, of course--requires the battery to be connected, which it is NOT. You'd think that you might be able to lay down the backseats to get in, but a different design fail makes this impossible--in order to lay the seats down, you have to pull a lever unlocking them. Guess where the lever is located? Yeah, the trunk. fail fail fail fail fail. If anyone ever happens to read this, try and guess what kind of car I drive, if you didn't already figure it out from the photo I posted. My feud with my car, however, is a completely different post.
ANYHOW, (I really have tendencies to get off subject, obviously), when Tony was working on my car had me come out to help him access the battery. The trunk has somewhat of a false bottom, and he needed me to lift it so he could have two hands to work. While holding it up, I couldn't help but notice the doughnut tire lying under the false bottom, though at the time, I thought nothing of it-- I was much more concerned with going to Target at the time to get a new steering wheel cover, because when I want something, I want it.
Anyhow AGAIN (see? off track!), I remembered this moment in time and told the man, "I think I've got a doughnut thing in my trunk. I popped my trunk, and lifted the false bottom. He took the tire out and unsecured the jack that comes with the car (Design win). As we went over to begin jacking the car up, another truck stopped, and ANOTHER man came out to help! In hindsight, I think the guy behind me just wanted to make sure I'm OK, but probably didn't have much more car knowledge than I did. the guy that pulled over seemed to know exactly what he was doing, setting the jack up with ease and removing the rim from my car. Between the two of them, I didn't lift a finger and they had my car driveable again (albeit with a 45 mph speed limit) within fifteen minutes! (I only know this because I was only fifteen minutes late, and I usually arrive at work precisely when I'm supposed to be there.)
So I have to get a new tire, which I plan on taking care of on Saturday, but until then, I'll be leaving for work ridiculously early because now, a ill-lucked girl must travel through the city to go to work instead of zipping to work in ten minutes using the interstate. And I'm still in shock that it actually happened, I know I have bad luck, but it's never usually THAT bad! I'm hoping that's it for car issues. Between the cracked radiator (what Tony was fixing in the lovely anecdote earlier), the transmission that was replaced for $1,220.27 (a price I'll NEVER ever forget), and now this, I feel I have racked up my amount of incidents in the "rule of threes". that's it cosmos! Find someone else to pick on! Bah!
I'd rehash all the being quiet and keeping to myself I managed to do today, but I'd rather not bore myself.
So the last couple days? Sixteen and Stupid (bwahahha) was just an "unseen moments" episode, even though there is apparently a completely new episode with a new girl next week. But this girl is another one dealing with the adoption option. Seems like it's alot messier than Catelynn's situation, and that's pretty tough to top. (Again, for a completely different post, I feel pretty bad for that girl!) So that should be interesting.
Oh, and the challenge is over hurrah. The red team won surprise surprise. It was really, really really anticlimatic. It was completely bittersweet though to see Laurel crying her ass off like a little kid, and the bane of her existence, the mysterious Cara Maria, trucking on like a champ. The reunion, which can be a hit or miss, ended up being this emotional clusterfuck of a group therapy session. We have Paula bawling her eyes out after being told for the millionth time that she's weak and can't hack the game, and Easy shows up only to call Laurel out for being a complete bitch. (Who by the way, should have just shut the fuck up long before she opened her mouth. She spent the entire thing lashing out at people for being weak, and just hearing her voice was so annoying. Even annoying ass SARAH apologized to Cara Maria, and Laurel STILL thinks that she's weak and didn't deserve to be there. Like really honey? Pretty sure she wasn't sobbing her eyes out about how tired she was, hint hint LIKE YOU WERE. I think though that she's absolutely incapable of apologizing to people, she's one of those people who cannot stand to be wrong, and will go to the ends of the Earth to make herself the "winner". Even sitting there on stage, when Easy is calling her out, she tries to turn the entire thing into an argument of if she tried to call him to apologize or not. JUST APOLOGIZE AND SHUT UP! That girl needs not just a slice, but an entire humble pie.
No pictures, because anticlimatic makes me frustrated and mad and all sort of other unpleasant things, and so does Sixteen and Stupid. (If I see one more fucking southern teen get married to her baby daddy and talk about values and fall on her face when she realizes that they can't afford shit with one of them working a part time job, I'm going to to scream.)
Well, it's 1 AM, and if I don't go to be soon, I'm going to be one pissy missy tomorrow.
Until then--
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