recently I have got into a habit
I have been getting a little defiant, bolshy, arrogant with one theme running through everything, not so much on here but with my friends in real life.
the theme being ..................
I DO NOT NEED A MAN..............THERE IS NOTHING A MAN CAN DO FOR ME THAT I CAN'T DO FOR MYSELF
with perhaps the exception of kissing and cuddling
but now though I have to concede I was wrong ..........I am soooo not happy about this
I guess I should get to the point......not ramble too much
On sunday after I had been to the gym to work off all that alcohol, I noticed that my back tyre was flatter than it ought to be. carefully I drove to the garage near to my home. Having obtained the required vouchers (stupid system.....you have to go into the garage and ask for a voucher then punch the code into the machine ) I was all set to pump up my tyre. But to my shock and horror instead of pumping air in it was letting more air out!!!!
So I very gingerly drove to the next closest garage a short distance out of town. After queuing behind 3 other cars I finally managed to get air into my tyre. Feeling much happier now I drove home thinking no more about it as I seem to have a slow punctue that needs to be re-inflated about every 6 weeks/2 months.
On monday afternoon as I was leaving work I decided to walk around to look at the tyre to make sure it hadn't gone down but it had. I carefully made my way to the nearest garage about 5 minutes away. parking next to the air machine, crouching beside the car trying not to let my skirt drag in the puddles or get any muck from the airline on my clothes try as I might I couldn't get any air into the tyre.
Ok so what to do now?..........I know why not phone DC? (stupid woman I know hes working a late shift). Ok so who do I know who would be willing to come out to this town to help me? especially in the rush hour! I don't know anyone in this town who I could call on. the only possibility is coach as he lives not too far away and might even be home from work if not he would be on his way. But there is no way I am going to call on him for help. Its now 4.55pm if I'm quick I might get some help. I phone the office and speak to PB after a discussion about trying to get the number of my insurance company to get help that way she puts me through to Bob. He agrees to help me. I don't tell him at this stage that I do know how to change a wheel, I just don't want to ruin my precious nails.
while I am waiting for Bob another car arrives and I apologise to the driver for being in the way but hes ok he can manage without me moving my car out of the way. He has heard me on the phone and offers to help. I tell him that help is hopefully on the way. when Bob arrives he sees me chatting to this man and the cheeky sod thinks I've been hitching my skirt up to get help. Anyway by his time I have released the spare tyre from its hiding place. I suddenly realise that I have had my car since the end of june and never looked to see what equipment it has. I find the jack, a duster and a piece of orange rope stashed away behind a cover at the side of the boot. but there is no sign of a wrench. Bob recons the orange rope is part of my kit for my sexual adventures............he is such a cheeky git!
Bob gets on his knees (not sure if he was praying) but can't see where the jack should go. Other man suggests he does that as hes a builder and it doesn't matter if his clothes get dirty. Builder (I would call him Bob but one bob is more than enough)ah I know from now he is called 'Ford'. We can't find a wrench in my car, the one Bob has doesn't fit and neither does the one Ford has. I phone PB again, she says she will send Gary who is on his way out he does cars etc. In the meantime Ford says he will go and get one, he will be back in 5 minutes.
True to his word Ford is back with a spider wrench and has set to work before Gary arrives. so now I have 3 men ready and willing to rescue this damsel in distress. Bob tells Gary that he isn't needed and between them Bob and Ford get my wheel changed. Both of them instruct me to get the wheel changed ASAP as it is only a temporary measure although some people drive around on them for ages.
So this I morning went and got my tyre changed. As I was putting the spare back in I found that there is a wrench in my car but it was just not possible to find it in the dark...........oh well I shall now in future......maybe next week I shall be brave and open the bonnet!!
so this damsel is no longer in distress but I ahve learnt that sometimes ...........
I DO NEED A MAN
