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high flying flat tires
May. 25th, 2001 03:06 pmSo it's Friday, and I'm leaving this weekend (like most of America, cripes it's memorial day). This puts me in the position of not really having much to do in the way of urgent stuff today. Instead I get to do things like wash my car, clean house, pack for the trip and burn new music to listen to on the way down to Exotic Walla Walla Washington.
A wonderful side effect of this summer languor is that I get to spend lots of time with my friends - time that would otherwise be hideously expensive. So I wasted time at school for nearly 3 hours with Josh, Danielle and Tiffany. It was okaaaaay - good insofar as we expected something cool to happen any minute now - but all those expectations went down the toilet when, as leaving the hellish school parking lot, Josh got a flat tire. Normally this wouldn't be a panic. 10 minutes and we're on our way to his house, with the coolness riding ahead of us like a pillar of fire. But no. It seems that we didn't have a tire iron appropriate for his "custom rims", and nobody else had one, so we were stuck having me call AAA and waiting an hour (which is much longer than 10 minutes). Of course, by that time the girls and their Acura had to leave, so at about 2pm here we are, Josh and I, with no chicks, no time, and no cool. He's got a fixed spare and his car back, but that's about it. The coolness left about 30 minutes ago.
Oh well is pretty much all you can say.
So now that I'm home and it's 75 degrees out, I think I'll wash my (fully functional) car. Just put on some music and it won't be that bad....
A wonderful side effect of this summer languor is that I get to spend lots of time with my friends - time that would otherwise be hideously expensive. So I wasted time at school for nearly 3 hours with Josh, Danielle and Tiffany. It was okaaaaay - good insofar as we expected something cool to happen any minute now - but all those expectations went down the toilet when, as leaving the hellish school parking lot, Josh got a flat tire. Normally this wouldn't be a panic. 10 minutes and we're on our way to his house, with the coolness riding ahead of us like a pillar of fire. But no. It seems that we didn't have a tire iron appropriate for his "custom rims", and nobody else had one, so we were stuck having me call AAA and waiting an hour (which is much longer than 10 minutes). Of course, by that time the girls and their Acura had to leave, so at about 2pm here we are, Josh and I, with no chicks, no time, and no cool. He's got a fixed spare and his car back, but that's about it. The coolness left about 30 minutes ago.
Oh well is pretty much all you can say.
So now that I'm home and it's 75 degrees out, I think I'll wash my (fully functional) car. Just put on some music and it won't be that bad....
