Damn, my wife had a nail in her van tire. I pump it up with air, i tell her i cannot get it patched during the week as everythings closed when i get home, plus i can never get the van from her to fix it. I give her $20, tell her to go to the local flats fix place and have it patched.
Well a week and a half goes by with nothing more said about the tire until this morning she tells me her tire is flat. I'm like what the ****?!? I tell her why the hell didnt you get it fixed. She tells me a story about getting caught up on christmas shopping, and having to use the money for gas. I tell her, without a round tire you aint doing any christmas shopping. Heres the thing, if she told me hey, i had to use it for gas, i would have given her another $20 to fix it.
So here i am in freezing rain pulling the tire off, and hunting around for a shop that can patch it on a saturday morning. She gets nails all the freakin time. Its like her van is a fuckin nail magnet.
I had a bunch o **** i was planning on doing today, but this just soured my mood. I ******* hate weekends. Kids home fighting and whining about stupid ****, pissing us all off, and its raining and freezing cold so we all are stuck inside together.
TITS or TIRES, Sheesh. If its got either, your gonna have trouble.
Matt