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fuzzybluemonkeys
I hit a curb with my car so hard it bent the wheel. I did this because I am a moron. I did this because I needed to go to a supermarket after work to get some yogurt for breakfast tomorrow morning and possibly some milk. I did this because I decided to stop at the ShopRite on Route 1 that I pass on my way home rather than the one that's closer to my apartment but more out of my way.
So, I am attempting to do this when, annoyingly, I cannot get over to the rightmost lane to turn into the shopping center. So, I miss said shopping center. My thoughts are as follows: 'Crap, I'll have to go to the ShopRite in Hamilton', 'Hey, if I get around this car I can turn into this restaurant up here, and walk to ShopRite or maybe the parking lots connect', 'Shit, I'm going too fast', 'Shit, it says DO NOT ENTER', 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit'.
So, I hit the curb. So, I go up on top of it. Am I alive? Check. Is my car ok? Seems to be. Am I really gonna be that lucky after being such a complete and utter moron right now? Probably not.
Start to back up off the curb. Seems ok. Start to move forward on side of the road. Not ok. Trundle along 'til I reach the parking lot of the restaurant and get myself parked out of everybody's way. I'm ok. I can do this. Call Dad's cell. It's turned off. Call Dad's work. Answering machine. I'm ok. I can do this. Retrieve spare tire and jack and bolt-turning thingummer from the trunk and set to work. Manage to be semi-competant by raising the car up on the jack only to be unable to loosen the bolts holding the tire on. Finally get a hold of Dad who recommends not just standing on the bolt-turning thingummer but bouncing a bit too.
Time to be eternally grateful that he's on his way when it turns out that I can't get the bent wheel off. Time to be eternally grateful that he's there when it turns out the spare tire from my car is flat. Time to be totally freaked out driving to the Riverside Auto Shop with a spare tire and a funny high-pitched whistling noise. Time to be eternally grateful again because Dad is letting me use his car until mine gets fixed. Time to feel dumb. Some more. Again. Time to be astounded at how totally understanding PUs are being despite it totally being all my totally dumb fault.
Well, I am gonna have to pay for it.
So, I am attempting to do this when, annoyingly, I cannot get over to the rightmost lane to turn into the shopping center. So, I miss said shopping center. My thoughts are as follows: 'Crap, I'll have to go to the ShopRite in Hamilton', 'Hey, if I get around this car I can turn into this restaurant up here, and walk to ShopRite or maybe the parking lots connect', 'Shit, I'm going too fast', 'Shit, it says DO NOT ENTER', 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit'.
So, I hit the curb. So, I go up on top of it. Am I alive? Check. Is my car ok? Seems to be. Am I really gonna be that lucky after being such a complete and utter moron right now? Probably not.
Start to back up off the curb. Seems ok. Start to move forward on side of the road. Not ok. Trundle along 'til I reach the parking lot of the restaurant and get myself parked out of everybody's way. I'm ok. I can do this. Call Dad's cell. It's turned off. Call Dad's work. Answering machine. I'm ok. I can do this. Retrieve spare tire and jack and bolt-turning thingummer from the trunk and set to work. Manage to be semi-competant by raising the car up on the jack only to be unable to loosen the bolts holding the tire on. Finally get a hold of Dad who recommends not just standing on the bolt-turning thingummer but bouncing a bit too.
Time to be eternally grateful that he's on his way when it turns out that I can't get the bent wheel off. Time to be eternally grateful that he's there when it turns out the spare tire from my car is flat. Time to be totally freaked out driving to the Riverside Auto Shop with a spare tire and a funny high-pitched whistling noise. Time to be eternally grateful again because Dad is letting me use his car until mine gets fixed. Time to feel dumb. Some more. Again. Time to be astounded at how totally understanding PUs are being despite it totally being all my totally dumb fault.
Well, I am gonna have to pay for it.
