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*singsongs* It's just one of those days...
Was running late, leaving work. Almost forgot my time sheet. I did, in fact, forget the fucking thing and have to go back up to fill it out and get it signed. Now, you'd think I'd remember the damned thing considering I work with timesheets all fucking DAY, practically.
Then, then... Oh, but this story has a longer lead in.
On Tuesday, during my drive home, Moya and I hit a stretch of road that I've driven every day, for the last three months. And she reacted differently. I accused her of being dizzy, actually.
Didn't think much of it until picking Timey up on Wednesday, iirc, and mentioned that she was handling differently. And I joked, "Probably a low tire or something."
Forgot about it.
Until this morning, when I took a tight curve at my normal rate of speed and the car... slid. There was no ice, there was water, but no ice. Checked the alignment on the way to work by taking my hands off the wheel on a straight section, and, perfectly balanced, straight driving occured.
Got to work, poked the cars. Back passenger? Squishy. I glared at it, but went into work.
Came out to leave and... flat tire.
So, it only takes me 15 minutes to change a tire. Go, me. Monday, I go in to get Moya's oil changed ,and I'm taking my almost brand-new tire, and pointing at the fucking nail in it, and whining. Or something.
Then, then... Oh, but this story has a longer lead in.
On Tuesday, during my drive home, Moya and I hit a stretch of road that I've driven every day, for the last three months. And she reacted differently. I accused her of being dizzy, actually.
Didn't think much of it until picking Timey up on Wednesday, iirc, and mentioned that she was handling differently. And I joked, "Probably a low tire or something."
Forgot about it.
Until this morning, when I took a tight curve at my normal rate of speed and the car... slid. There was no ice, there was water, but no ice. Checked the alignment on the way to work by taking my hands off the wheel on a straight section, and, perfectly balanced, straight driving occured.
Got to work, poked the cars. Back passenger? Squishy. I glared at it, but went into work.
Came out to leave and... flat tire.
So, it only takes me 15 minutes to change a tire. Go, me. Monday, I go in to get Moya's oil changed ,and I'm taking my almost brand-new tire, and pointing at the fucking nail in it, and whining. Or something.