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sammygirly: So....I don't drive. I have a little phobia, but I just tell everyone I'm spoiled and prefer to be driven ;D
The other day I was on the way to the gym with my girlfriend and as we were leaving the parking garage we notice suddenly that the car seems to be lowering gradually on my side. Not really an ego boost for me on the way to the gym and we joked that it's a good thing that's where we were headed (only a VERY good girlfriend can make a joke like that boys, keep that in mind) At any rate, we get out on the road and we hear this terrible 'flub-bump, flub-bump' sound.
Being me, I hang out the window, look ahead and what do you know - the car has a VERY flat front tire.
Do we stop driving? Oh no, we keep going, conversing on the best way to deal with this problem. After five minutes of conversation on the dangers of a flat, we finally pull into a mall parking lot....where we spend ten MORE minutes trying to figure out if she has a spare tire or not. After perusing the trunk of her new car and affirming that yes, there IS a spare - but gee it looks too small to fit the car, do you think they made a mistake putting that one in? ...
We each respectively called a man (her father, my gay best friend) to come help us. Both of whom laughed, pointed and lectured us the whole time the tire got changed.
My plea - for the love of god don't laugh at your wife/girlfriend for her lack of car knowledge!
Teach her! Teach her how to change a tire and don't leave her alone until you know she KNOWS how.
Please.
This should never happen to another woman...
The other day I was on the way to the gym with my girlfriend and as we were leaving the parking garage we notice suddenly that the car seems to be lowering gradually on my side. Not really an ego boost for me on the way to the gym and we joked that it's a good thing that's where we were headed (only a VERY good girlfriend can make a joke like that boys, keep that in mind) At any rate, we get out on the road and we hear this terrible 'flub-bump, flub-bump' sound.
Being me, I hang out the window, look ahead and what do you know - the car has a VERY flat front tire.
Do we stop driving? Oh no, we keep going, conversing on the best way to deal with this problem. After five minutes of conversation on the dangers of a flat, we finally pull into a mall parking lot....where we spend ten MORE minutes trying to figure out if she has a spare tire or not. After perusing the trunk of her new car and affirming that yes, there IS a spare - but gee it looks too small to fit the car, do you think they made a mistake putting that one in? ...
We each respectively called a man (her father, my gay best friend) to come help us. Both of whom laughed, pointed and lectured us the whole time the tire got changed.
My plea - for the love of god don't laugh at your wife/girlfriend for her lack of car knowledge!
Teach her! Teach her how to change a tire and don't leave her alone until you know she KNOWS how.
Please.
This should never happen to another woman...