Unhappy Day

Katie and I had an appoint­ment with Emi­ly this morn­ing. Okay, not a prob­lem. Emi­ly is our God­dess-sent ther­a­pist, and while the ses­sions aren’t always warm and fuzzy they always help some­how. On the way home, we stopped to get gas. I noticed that the left front tire was low, so I went to put air in it.

A lit­tle voice in my head had told me to pass up the Cit­go for the next gas sta­tion, a Tex­a­co. I did­n’t lis­ten. Stu­pid me. The air pump din­gus was broken—it just let the rest of the air out of my tire and would­n’t put air in it. The gas sta­tion own­er assumed I was an incom­pe­tent woman or try­ing to cheat him out of his 50 cents and swag­gered his 5′2″ self out to do it right, to find that it was­n’t me—it was his equip­ment. But he had no way to put more air in the tire, either—none at all. I try to be pre­pared, but I do not hap­pen to have a tank of air or even a bicy­cle pump in my trunk.

So I limp up to the Texaco—no air pump. Go on up to the Exxon, which has NEVER seemed so far away. Put air in the tire. Put the lit­tle stem cov­er din­gus back on. Start­ed to check the pres­sure on the oth­er tires—heard the hiss­ing noise of air going out of the first tire. ARRGHHH!

Yes, I have a spare. And a jack. And I tried. I absolute­ly can­not get the damned nuts turned so that I can change the tire, because of my god­damned stu­pid per­ma­nent­ly numb left hand that has no freakin’ grip strength and appar­ent­ly nev­er will again.

And the AAA mem­ber­ship has expired, and we can’t afford to renew it right now.

I final­ly filled the tire up yet again and man­aged to get home, although the tire was very near­ly flat again by the time I got here.

sam­bear has had an absolute­ly HELLISH day at work. He’s going to have to leave ear­ly to come home any­way because R and G have psych appoint­ments that he needs to attend. Now he’s going to have to leave even ear­li­er so he can change the damned tire for me—NOT what he need­ed today. I feel like an absolute­ly incom­pe­tent waste of flesh right now.

Cur­rent Mood: 🤒nau­se­at­ed
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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