Flat Tire

I had a flat tire two days ago.  It stressed me out a bit but it was actually the easiest flat tire ever.

I pulled into the parking lot at work (was already right there), parked the car, checked the tire.  Yep, completely busted.  Called my husband and went in to work. 

He took care of it completely, and when the work day was over I went out to the parking lot and drove home.

I was so happy not to have to deal with a flat tire myself.  If that makes me a wimpy girly-girl who's setting back feminism with my dependence upon my husband...  Well, so be it.  Because I was very, very happy that I have a husband who could rescue me from my flat tire situation.

The boys were in HEAVEN over the flat tire.  They danced with joy when Beloved took out the jack from the back of the car.  The whole time he was working on it they pretended to be the pit crew of a racing team (from a safe distance).  They inspected the flat tire and gave Beloved helpful hints while he worked (like, "Dad, you should get one of those 'zip, zip' things to take off the bolts.").  That evening they were disappointed that we wouldn't let them draw racing numbers directly on the side of the car, but compromised by drawing colorful numbers on paper and taping them to the doors and roof of the car. 

They were pretty cute.   And my husband, clearly, is the manliest of manly men.

Comments

[Leigh]

Isn't it amazing what excites kids? I consider myself independent but when it comes to things like cars, I call the husband or my dad. I've run out of gas a couple of times and I always call them up and say "I'm not sure why it won't start." They know to bring the gas can without even asking first.

[Kelly]

Last week my poor sister needed windshield wipers and 2 days later had a flat tire. Her husband and our dad were both out of town, my husband went and saved the day both times...I know where the jack is on my truck, but I haven't got the slightest idea as to where the spare is! I'd be in big trouble!

[Heidi]

my rule of thumb is as long as I can say that I can change a flat tire, then I am the woman, but the great thing about being a woman is saying, I don't want to and having a mad do it! yep that is right. I am glad you were saved!

[Isabella Pospisil]

Wow, I never thought a flat tire dilemma can turn out to be fun. Good thing your husband is always willing to rescue his damsel-in-distress. But for the independent women, a low-down on changing flat tires (or a tow truck service number) is a wanted skill!

[Tari Ledsome]

It has always been man's responsibility to take care of flat tires. Hehe. But even though it may seem like a difficult task for a woman, it isn't impossible! I'm sure you can do it if only you knew how, but it's such a relief that you have your husband to take care of things. =)

[Mickey Doshi]

That is so sweet! In my case, I am quite handy with changing tires. I wouldn't mind helping out a stranger on the street. I think there is something about cars that turns men into knights in shining armor.