So, today I was just chilling with my home-boys, like I do…

Translation: I was at work with Hayes…

when she told me that the van had a blow-out earlier and she needed a lift to get over there so she could call road side assistance and what not.  We got to the van and called the road side people.  We were on hold for a little while, but when we finally got through they said it would be like 45min.  Well, we were hungry, so we did what any rational thinking teens would do: go get Chinese take-out.

We ordered way too much.  We both ate and had enough for 3 more days.  But that’s all just a side note.

The lady on the phone had asked us to get the spare tire out.  We did so [which was an ordeal all in itself] and waited for the “guy” to show up.  He showed up a little while later and asked for our jack.  I got it out and we watched as this large fellow with low-rise jeans worked on the blown tire.  Note: “low-rise jeans” is a coy way of saying that he was showing a lot… a lot of crack.

Anyways, he got the spare on there and noticed that it was a little low.  He recommended we take it to the gas station down the hill to air it up.  He left and we got back in the car.  As we pulled out of the street though, the “low” spare went completely flat and came off the rim.

It was crazy trying to get a hold of someone that knew how to fix two tires.  3 hours-shot, and the office quickly approaching we decided to ditch it.  We’ll take care of it tomorrow when the tire shops are open.

Andrew Nemeth