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zfreelance) wrote2009-07-20 11:42 am
zfreelance) wrote2009-07-20 11:42 am
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ROAD WARS ADVENTURE WARS
GUESS WHAT. GUESS WHAT.
I'LL TELL YOU, THAT'S WHAT.
So, we were driving on I10. And the car, right? The car was bouncing around like it was a bad road or something. And it bouncing for more than four hours. On the interstate.
At first we thought it was an alignment problem, and we'd just have to tough it out to Vicksburg, because it was a Sunday night. But it got worse and worse, and the car started to drift something horrible. It got to the point where our fillings were rattling. So we stop and kick the tires and swear at it.
And then we turn the wheel to see the other side of the tire.
And good holy Jesus, it looked like the tire was doing the wave. It was bulging and waving and splitting along one side, and that thing was a ticking time bomb.
In desperation, we limped across the road to a Walmart Super Center to the Tire Center, praying that it was still open.
They were. Kind of.
These Alabama boys took one look at our tire, and a second at the car full of women who'd been driving for five hundred miles on that tire, and scooted our car right on into the shop.
In all honesty, it was an emergency situation. We were four hours away from both home and our destination, and there was no way we could go any further on that tire. But had we been male, they would have told us, "Sorry. Come back tomorrow."
But we were women-folk, and stranded. And they had to be able to look their mamas in the face when they went home for the holidays.
So they helped us out, fitted a new tire, re-adjusted the alignment, and sent us on our merry.
And God, what a difference it made. Smooth ride, all the way to Vicksburg.
The moral of this story is something I'd never thought I'd say, and that's thank God for Walmart.
(also, we strapped the tire to the top of our car so we can show it to the shop where we got it from and point to it and go, "You bet your ass this was still under warranty.")
I'LL TELL YOU, THAT'S WHAT.
So, we were driving on I10. And the car, right? The car was bouncing around like it was a bad road or something. And it bouncing for more than four hours. On the interstate.
At first we thought it was an alignment problem, and we'd just have to tough it out to Vicksburg, because it was a Sunday night. But it got worse and worse, and the car started to drift something horrible. It got to the point where our fillings were rattling. So we stop and kick the tires and swear at it.
And then we turn the wheel to see the other side of the tire.
And good holy Jesus, it looked like the tire was doing the wave. It was bulging and waving and splitting along one side, and that thing was a ticking time bomb.
In desperation, we limped across the road to a Walmart Super Center to the Tire Center, praying that it was still open.
They were. Kind of.
These Alabama boys took one look at our tire, and a second at the car full of women who'd been driving for five hundred miles on that tire, and scooted our car right on into the shop.
In all honesty, it was an emergency situation. We were four hours away from both home and our destination, and there was no way we could go any further on that tire. But had we been male, they would have told us, "Sorry. Come back tomorrow."
But we were women-folk, and stranded. And they had to be able to look their mamas in the face when they went home for the holidays.
So they helped us out, fitted a new tire, re-adjusted the alignment, and sent us on our merry.
And God, what a difference it made. Smooth ride, all the way to Vicksburg.
The moral of this story is something I'd never thought I'd say, and that's thank God for Walmart.
(also, we strapped the tire to the top of our car so we can show it to the shop where we got it from and point to it and go, "You bet your ass this was still under warranty.")