It wasn’t that Pookie the Wonder Jetta was suddenly lopsided, just that my driver’s side rear tire was flat. Well, possibly not all the way flat, but I didn’t feel comfortable driving it to the office, so I called Harmless. He of course, told me there was no need to change the tire and we should just drive to work and fill it – tomorrow I could take it to store and get them to check it out per my warranty. As I was retying my trunk back down because Volkswagen thinks a little piece of plastic should cost $250 and I disagree I sliced my finger.
Grimy from moving tire stuff around in my trunk and bleeding I pulled up at work…late. None of this could cancel out my high from the FREAKING AMAZING GAME between Mama G’s Boston Celtics and Brother of G’s LA Lakers. I love transcontinental family rivalry. My poor little finger is bandaged, my tire is full (for now) and all would be right with the world except I was late.
Which means I have had no coffee.
Weep for me, minions. Weep.
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