So, at the end of my last lesson today at St. Ambrose, I sneezed really hard and peed my pants. Not a ton, but enough. (If this is TMI, Im surprised that you are my friend). Needed to run a quick errand then hurry to my B & B (house of Cory Johnson) so I can change my pants! Started the car and saw a warning light on the dash. Had to get out the manual - and its the low tire pressure light. Pull over, get out my digital tire gauge - and in the blustery freezing cold wind, I slowly unwind the caps off the thing you put air in. No gloves, so FROZEN fingers. All the tires are low. I drive to a gas station, attempt to get gas first and the pump malfunctions (Did I mention it is blustery cold?? Have you forgotten that I have wet pants??). Finally got the person inside to work magic and make the pump work. Then I go to the air dispenser, which has a machine that is supposed to perfectly calibrate your tire pressure. Cant figure it out, but am waiting for the beep that is supposed to signal my tire is full. No beep. I look up at the screen and it is flashing STOP STOP STOP. I guess the beeper is broken and my tire now has at least 5 pounds too much air in it. So I have to press on the little thing to make the air leak out for about 30 minutes (I exaggerate for effect) No gloves. Wet pants. Frozen fingers. Repeat three more times, then put the caps back on. The best part about this story is that when I told Ron that I peed my pants he had absolutely no reaction and just waited for me to get to the point. HAHAHAHA. That fact alone could have been the point. HAHAHAHA. #whatlifeislikebeingmarriedtome
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 02:49:31 +0000
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