Last Friday, after our homeschooling co-op, The Kids and I went out to my friend Shelley's house to have lunch with my OTHER friend Julie, which was just fantastic fun all by itself.
But then it got even better...
When I went to leave, I got about 100 yards from Shelley's house and noticed that my car was making a funny sound...and not driving quite right. So, I merrily hop out and discover that the right front tire was as flat as a pancake. Not just low...completely deflated. Boo. So I head back to Shelley's house because, frankly, I'm very social and figured that if I was going to have to crawl around and change a tire, I wanted someone to talk to while I was doing that.
Now, a looong time ago, when I was about 19, I got a flat tire while I was on my way home from work at 1:00 a.m. and had to call my dad to help me change it on the side of the highway. He lugged himself out of bed, drove to where I was, and told me that if he was going to help me change the tire, he was by gum going to teach me how to change one so that he never had to do it again! Wait...he might not have said "by gum"...I might have added that in. But the rest of it is pretty accurate.
But I digress. The end result is that I do indeed know how to change a flat tire. Well, unless you count that I forgot that you have to loosen the lugnuts before you crank the car up on the jack, resulting in me having to un-crank the car a bit to perform that task. Oh, and I forgot that after you put on the spare tire and un-crack the car, you have to actually tighten the lug nuts with the lug wrench, not just with your fingers. Yeah, I almost drove off with the tire wobbling like a drunk bum. OK, so I did drive off with the tire wobbling like a drunk bum...but noticed it before I got too far and luckily Julie was driving behind me to make sure that I got to Wal Mart alright, and I'm SURE that she would have stopped and helped me if the tire had plumb fallen off of the car. After she stopped laughing hysterically at me.
Julie and Shelley are so great, though. They crawled under the car with me to try and figure out how to get the spare out. (And that was no mean feat, lemme tell you. It involved cranking and tugging and all sorts of mess. Julie even got stepped on by the dog! Not that that really has anything to do with the tire, it was just really funny!) They helped me crank the car up...and then down...and then up again. And get the tire off, and then pump up the spare tire because it was a little flat itself. It was such a team effort, and I'm so blessed that if I had to change a tire, that I had them there to help me!
I love my friends! And I mean, big puffy heart LUUUUURVE them!