Yes, now that it's snowed quite a few times and I've complained about it quite a few times, I've determined that it's time to actually get the snow tires stuck onto the car. They were given to me by a woman I work with. She sold her tiny car, the same kind of tiny car that I have, and kept the snow tires. So then she gave them to me. In October.
I don't like taking the car to the garage. I don't like the way I feel like I don't know what I'm talking about even if I do. Even though I've been to these folks before and like them quite a lot, I still hate explaining, "Um, I have some snow tires that need to be put on the car and they're on steel...um..." Rims, says the guy on the phone. "Yeah," fake, nervous laugh, "and the right front directional that you guys fixed for me doesn't work, so I was hoping you could take a look at that." Yeah. Okay. See you at ten o'clock tomorrow.
So at twenty past ten I roll into the garage and the guy behind the counter looks like a deer in the headlights. I think he thought I was expecting him to have everything done in negative five seconds. But I really didn't want that. I just wanted him to stop looking at me as if I were an alien. Sometimes that's fun, but not today. No sir.
Maybe tomorrow.
Posted by dotty at January 15, 2004 10:55 AM