After a nice day at work, albeit long...I trekked home. As I turned out of Navy housing and onto Kamehameha Hwy, I hit a pothole. Not a huge one, but enough for me to say. "Shit, where'd that come from?" (The best language comes out of me in these kinds of situations)
I stopped and took note of a kinda bent section of rim, but didn't hear air gushing out, so I continued on my route. I decided to stop at Wal*Mart and loitered around for a good hour (gee Im lame at 11pm). When I finally walked to my car, I saw someone look at my car, then get in their car. I thought, lets check out the tire. Yup, going flat. Yay!! I lingered in my car in the parking lot debating, call dad, or try and make it to a gas station for some free air. I'm one to take chances, plus I really didn't want to wake my dad at nearly midnight and have to leave my car in the ghetto Wal*Mart parking lot. ;) I drove to Shell, thinking that by some miracle they'd have free air. Nope. Luckily I had 75 cents. Still hopeful that there was nothing wrong with my tire, I started to pump the air. Cue gushing air sound. Literally, I could hear the air coming out of my tire. Double yippee! And there goes $100+ of my wedding jewels money. Thank GOD I have money, cause lemme tell you, if I hadn't sold those rings I'd have to wait until next Thurs to fix the tire. As it stands, I'm sooo not thrilled. Luckily the tire held enough air for me to drive the 4 miles to my house.
So tomorrow I get to go get an outfit for a 2 yr old's birthday party, drop off my tire to get *hopefully* fixed, and then go to said 2yr old's party. :)
Im tired.
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