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Mar. 20th, 2006 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miko2Go soothingly on the greasy road, for therein lies the skid demon.
(A Chinese road sign, according to Jim's desk calendar at work.)
For weeks... well for months even... I've been avoiding getting my right rear tire fixed. It has a veeeery slow leak, the kind that I can ignore for more than a month at a time before the pressure starts to get too low. I need to take it to Les Schwab because they'll fix it for free, but they're only open on Saturday until 6pm and not on Sunday at all, so that means getting my act together on a Saturday. I rarely ever can get my act together on a Saturday.
So anyway, today I noticed that the car was handling really badly, the way it does when the tire is far too low. And so I checked it when I was going to get dinner, and it did look a bit low. Then I walked around the car and noticed that my left front tire was practically flat.
Okay, that's a new one on me, I didn't know it was even leaking. It had a leak last fall, but I got it fixed, just before the right back tire started leaking.
So I stopped at the Arco on my way to dinner. It was about time to get gas anyway. The good thing about where I live now? It's been over three weeks since I last bought gas, and really I was still above a quarter tank. Compare this to what I used to do, buy gas more than twice a week.
The bad thing? The price of gas has gone up 32 cents since I last had to fill the tank. :p
Anyway I had exactly two quarters on me for the air pump. I put them in, and immediately heard a loud whooshing sound -- the kind of sound that air makes when it escapes from the hose. Only I wasn't doing anything to let it escape yet. The hose, it seems, was almost completely broken. I tried to get some air into my tire, but in involved pressing the end against my tire air intake valve thingy with one hand, holding down the air control handle with another hand, and trying to hold the broken hose tightly to the rubber base/stop so that air didn't escape from there with my third hand.
As you might suspect, this wasn't terribly successful. But at least the tire was less flat and more just dangerously low on air.
This whole sequence angered me quite a bit, and it took a while for me to calm down. It didn't really help that I went to KFC and for some inexplicable reason, failed to order what I'd meant to order. I'd been seeing their television commercials for two days about the KFC snackers sandwiches for 99 cents, and I like those and was craving some. And Mary Jo brought one to work, which only made me want one more. But then when it came to order I did that thing of wondering, Is that what I really want? Is that going to fill me up? Because they're small. Oh, heck, I'll just order chicken strips!
I'm not saying the chicken strips, dipped in a spicey honey sauce I think, weren't good. But you get three small strips for something like $3.79. That's it. Anyplace else, I'd at least get fries with that, for the same price or less. Or I could have ordered the snackers for 79 cents less, and got the same amount of chicken meat plus bread and lettuce.
Oh well, it was still a good meal.
I've also been on something of a mueseli kick. I don't know why, I was just craving that -- for the same reason that I had to hunt down pickled beans at Albertson's (Fred Meyers doesn't carry them -- God I miss my massive QFC/formerly Art's). Anyway I bought a box of mueseli last Friday and three bananas, and then when I got home I discovered that my unopened carton of milk was past the expiration date. But it didn't smell bad so I used it over the weekend, then bought some more today, and forgot to buy more bananas.
Those are the most exciting moments of my life lately, I swear!
(A Chinese road sign, according to Jim's desk calendar at work.)
For weeks... well for months even... I've been avoiding getting my right rear tire fixed. It has a veeeery slow leak, the kind that I can ignore for more than a month at a time before the pressure starts to get too low. I need to take it to Les Schwab because they'll fix it for free, but they're only open on Saturday until 6pm and not on Sunday at all, so that means getting my act together on a Saturday. I rarely ever can get my act together on a Saturday.
So anyway, today I noticed that the car was handling really badly, the way it does when the tire is far too low. And so I checked it when I was going to get dinner, and it did look a bit low. Then I walked around the car and noticed that my left front tire was practically flat.
Okay, that's a new one on me, I didn't know it was even leaking. It had a leak last fall, but I got it fixed, just before the right back tire started leaking.
So I stopped at the Arco on my way to dinner. It was about time to get gas anyway. The good thing about where I live now? It's been over three weeks since I last bought gas, and really I was still above a quarter tank. Compare this to what I used to do, buy gas more than twice a week.
The bad thing? The price of gas has gone up 32 cents since I last had to fill the tank. :p
Anyway I had exactly two quarters on me for the air pump. I put them in, and immediately heard a loud whooshing sound -- the kind of sound that air makes when it escapes from the hose. Only I wasn't doing anything to let it escape yet. The hose, it seems, was almost completely broken. I tried to get some air into my tire, but in involved pressing the end against my tire air intake valve thingy with one hand, holding down the air control handle with another hand, and trying to hold the broken hose tightly to the rubber base/stop so that air didn't escape from there with my third hand.
As you might suspect, this wasn't terribly successful. But at least the tire was less flat and more just dangerously low on air.
This whole sequence angered me quite a bit, and it took a while for me to calm down. It didn't really help that I went to KFC and for some inexplicable reason, failed to order what I'd meant to order. I'd been seeing their television commercials for two days about the KFC snackers sandwiches for 99 cents, and I like those and was craving some. And Mary Jo brought one to work, which only made me want one more. But then when it came to order I did that thing of wondering, Is that what I really want? Is that going to fill me up? Because they're small. Oh, heck, I'll just order chicken strips!
I'm not saying the chicken strips, dipped in a spicey honey sauce I think, weren't good. But you get three small strips for something like $3.79. That's it. Anyplace else, I'd at least get fries with that, for the same price or less. Or I could have ordered the snackers for 79 cents less, and got the same amount of chicken meat plus bread and lettuce.
Oh well, it was still a good meal.
I've also been on something of a mueseli kick. I don't know why, I was just craving that -- for the same reason that I had to hunt down pickled beans at Albertson's (Fred Meyers doesn't carry them -- God I miss my massive QFC/formerly Art's). Anyway I bought a box of mueseli last Friday and three bananas, and then when I got home I discovered that my unopened carton of milk was past the expiration date. But it didn't smell bad so I used it over the weekend, then bought some more today, and forgot to buy more bananas.
Those are the most exciting moments of my life lately, I swear!
