I had (another) flat tire yesterday. A nail was visibly seen in the tire treads. The tire place torqued the lug nuts too tight and I couldn't get them off so I called roadside service. The CSR was nice, but while trying to schedule me her system crashed and she had to get a supervisor. After about 20 minutes she gave me the name of a company that would show up in
less than an hour to change my tire. An hour and a quarter passed and I gave them a call and the lady I spoke with said the driver would arrive at my location within 15 to 20 more minutes. It took more like 45 to 50 additional minutes, but I did the work of removing the spare for the driver.
Well, when he finally showed up it started to pour (if he had arrived within the hour there wouldn't have been a drop). Anyway, things began to go downhill. He couldn't find his four-way to remove the lugs and needed to use the one that came with my car. Then his jack was broken and I had to dig through all of the shit in my trunk to find my jack - this NEVER happened with other flat tires. Oh, and it was still pouring and we were both drenched.
It was over, I thought, after I put my tire in the trunk and realized that the rain had shorted out my remote control. Every once in a while the I can't close the tailgate glass without resetting the latch by pressing the latch release on the remote. There is no other latch release/reset on the vehicle. Lucky! for me this was one of those rare times when I needed to reset the latch, but the remote was dead. Dejected and needing to meet up for dinner with coworkers who were texting me, I found a piece of string and set out on my mission. Upon pulling out of the driveway I realized that one of my headlight bulbs had blown. "
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?"
I still made it to dinner, although I was an hour late