I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday to have my knee examined. It’s still not healed from the surgery in May. Hopefully the doctor won’t recommend another surgery.
On the drive home I stopped at the Tennessee welcome center. There was a guy holding the door open saying “Mornin’ y’all! Welcome to Tennessee!” over and over. “What the hell is this?” I thought to myself. “Does Tennessee have greeters now? Has the entire state become a Walmart?” Then I realized the guy wasn’t even an employee. No uniform, no name tag, no vest. Just a guy. Sometimes I just don’t understand people.
“You got a bent rim. I’m calling around to see if I can get you a used one so you don’t have to spend $700 on a new one.” (Spoiler alert: They didn’t find one.)
“Wait. You put a $300 new tire on a bent rim?”
“Yeah, it’s not bent too bad. I had ’em put some extra sealant on it so the bead should hold. Just be careful if you hit a pothole. It might take an hour before it deflates.”
Way to inspire confidence on the eve of a 400 mile car trip.
Rae and I drove from Lexington to northern Kentucky for a family get together. When we left we got about 5 miles down the road when the car got a flat tire. That’s when I found out that the car I bought (used) back in July doesn’t come with a spare tire. It’s an optional accessory. I have the car towed to a tire shop. My father picks us up and we go back to my parents’ place.
Fortunately my parents have a spare car that we can use to drive back to Lexington. We try to start it only to find out the battery’s dead. We borrow a different car and drive back to Lexington so Rae can drive home tomorrow and I can drive back to northern Kentucky to pick up my car that will hopefully have a new tire by then.