People have different capabilities and strengths. Some people are really great cooks. Some can do math exceptionally well. Others , like my sister in law Carol, can see a garden where the rest of us just see open space. Part of being a self-aware and insightful human is recognizing what our strengths and weaknesses are. When we do that we can live our lives focusing our energy on our strengths and maybe trying to improve our weaknesses.
All of that being said, I truly recognize that I am not someone who should ever shop for tires. First of all, while I really like to go places using the tires on my car, I have to say I have no real interest in them. If one goes flat I call someone.
While I have great respect for women who can haul out the jack and get the tire off, I have no desire to do so — I feel that’s why God made cell phones.
Of course if tires are not capable of getting me to where I want to be, I want them fixed ASAP. I just want someone else to do the fixing. I also would like the fixing to be as close to free as possible.
I admit I’m a bit princessy about this. Part of the reason I have no interest in shopping for tires is they all look the same. They are all black, rubber and round. Now, I know they may have different treads and stuff. Big whoopdee do is what I say about that. Do tire people know you can buy purses in every colour imaginable? And that purses cost way less than those damn black donuts? I have never felt the need to tell anyone, “Those are really lovely tires.”
Another problem with sending me to buy tires is I can not speak tire talk: Balance, rotate, tread, all season … WHATEVER. I also struggle with the concept that I have to actually pay for something so unattractive.
I do sometimes feel a bit guilty about not caring much about tires. This is because the moment one is not ok to drive on I need it back desperately. It’s like an abusive relationship where one party could not care less about the other until they leave and then they want them back right away.
My husband sent me to the tire shop today. I know he thought I should be able to handle it. He gave me pretty explicit instructions a couple of times. Front ones off and moved to the back, new ones on the front. I was there an hour. I paid and went outside. The car had four black round tires. I drove home, apparently on the worn out tires that should have been in the garbage while the two good ones were back at the shop.
I just think the world needs to understand that it is not a coincidence I married a mechanic. God knew I would not get through life without one.
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this is hilarious!! And I can completely identify… so much so that my husband calls me the moody artists who doesn’t want to have to be bothered with the mundane details of life, such as fixing tires and realizing when one is FLAT.
“Oh, you mean that loud POP was my tire blowing out? No, I didn’t hear it over the tapping of my keyboard.”
I also went into the tire store and came out with a kitten.
At least his name was cooper…(evidently this is a name of tire.)
So yes, I hear you loud and clear!!