erk. I recall making sales calls when a cable to the starter motor I had put into my Honda got loose. There I was in the city, dressed in a suit. Going from scheduled appointment to scheduled appointment and the car would not start. I had to take the jacket off, crawl under the car, reach up and move the cable for it to start. Several times one day. That evening, the car got jacked up and that wire got bolted down tight.
So Ryan? Tire’s got a soft-opening. The grand opening of a new job and the car is calling in sick. Fix-a-flat in a can? A spare? Spill as a trusty ride? A taxi? Hitchhike? I say he call someone for a ride.
Boots are evil. Flats are just inconvenient. I have to admit, I got pretty good at changing a tire. It’s not fun, but a skill everyone who drives a car should know how to do.
Ryan seems to get flats at THE most inconvenient times… his last flat was on the way to a writers conference (i.e. where he met his last girlfriend… you remember her, yah?)
Dada… how bout it? Judy is the queen of cute socks (although, at present, she doesn’t have any nifty striped socks like Randie does)… but she’s got socks with sushi on them… and skeleton feet… and bikinis and pink hearts…
Chug… whoa… deja vu, eh? So did you make it for the interview?
Hey, guys… better a hitch than a boot! (You know, those locks the parking authority puts on tires.)
erk. I recall making sales calls when a cable to the starter motor I had put into my Honda got loose. There I was in the city, dressed in a suit. Going from scheduled appointment to scheduled appointment and the car would not start. I had to take the jacket off, crawl under the car, reach up and move the cable for it to start. Several times one day. That evening, the car got jacked up and that wire got bolted down tight.
So Ryan? Tire’s got a soft-opening. The grand opening of a new job and the car is calling in sick. Fix-a-flat in a can? A spare? Spill as a trusty ride? A taxi? Hitchhike? I say he call someone for a ride.
Boots are evil. Flats are just inconvenient. I have to admit, I got pretty good at changing a tire. It’s not fun, but a skill everyone who drives a car should know how to do.
Ryan seems to get flats at THE most inconvenient times… his last flat was on the way to a writers conference (i.e. where he met his last girlfriend… you remember her, yah?)
Bad things will happen, but at least there will always be cute socks to make your troubles go away.
Had a job interview last Friday. My car wouldn’t start.
Dada… how bout it? Judy is the queen of cute socks (although, at present, she doesn’t have any nifty striped socks like Randie does)… but she’s got socks with sushi on them… and skeleton feet… and bikinis and pink hearts…
Chug… whoa… deja vu, eh? So did you make it for the interview?
Important questions:
How far is it?
How much leeway did he leave himself for time?
Does he have a spare?
Does he have an alternative means of transport?
I did, I drove my scooter, but I was almost a half hour late. *sigh*
Rye, Rye, Rye… never tempt fate. That girl has no self control.