Tuesday, June 17, 2008
What is it that they say? "When it rains, it pours..." Well, it's been a bit of a downpour here lately. First there was the wreck, then the missing of work (thank God for PTO) to look for a replacement car. Now, this morning I went out (a bit late) to drive to work, and found that one of the new tires on my new car was flat. I didn't think much of it--maybe I had run over something last night that I didn't realize. An irritation and an unexpected expense, nothing more. Then one of my neighbors came up to me, along with the lady who does maintenance.
"They get you, too?" they said.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"About 20 other people had their tires cut last night, too." And that's just in the complex. Apparently, several other people in the surrounding neighborhood had the same thing happen to them. So, I called the roadside assistance people (I pay for the membership, I might as well use it...), called the police, and sat to wait. And wait. The police finally called me back and said that, since there were so many reports in the area, they didn't have the manpower to send cops out to take a report, so they were taking the reports over the phone. Nice. Then it took about 2 hours for the roadside assistance guy to get to me to change my tire for the donut. I'm pretty sure that I could have changed it myself in that amount of time. After I finally had the car in relatively drivable condition, it was off to WalMart to get a new tire. One of the neighbors said something about calling the insurance company, which I hadn't even considered, but since I just had a major claim and the deductible is more than the tire cost, I just sucked it up. Yet another hour (and $100) later, I was finally off to work. I didn't get there until nearly 1PM. Now I'm concerned that whoever did this will think it funny to come back after everyone has replaced their tires and do it again. Let's hope not...
posted by #Debi at 7:26 PM | permalink |
I hope the jackassery is over and maybe they'll catch the little creeps...and throw them in jail with a big fat man named Bubba. By
10:58 PM My first boyfriend was named Bubba (not big or fat, but an adorable readhead...) I second the Bubba.
I hope the jackassery is over and maybe they'll catch the little creeps...and throw them in jail with a big fat man named Bubba.
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My first boyfriend was named Bubba (not big or fat, but an adorable readhead...)
I second the Bubba.
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