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When life gives you a flat tire, have a piece of pie

Yesterday I found a parking space. Yea! Of course I had to turn around because it was on the other side of the street. Big deal, right? But…I heard and felt this tiny, infinitesimal screeching, scraping, metallic sound, ( at least that’s what I told my husband, it really was LOUD) as I backed out. Ah, that’s nothing it’s happened many times before, and exited the car. That’s when I was alerted by two very helpful ladies who informed me my tire was flat. How they knew instantly and I was clueless is beyond me. Anyway, it wasn’t just a flat tire it was a shredded tire. Called my Auto Club Association “please send someone out to change the tire.” They said it would be a few minutes. Did you know they asked if they could use the GPS read from my iPhone for directions? So advanced. My first thought was, if I’m going to deal with a flat tire then I needed a piece of pie. Ed’s coffee shop was across the street waiting for me.I thought this called for solid straight forward apple pie, no apple pie.

Maybe someone had a flat tire earlier. But they did have  lemon meringue pie. OK, I love lemon meringue pie, even if it seems a bit fancy to eat in the  car dealing with the tire that must be fixed.

Turns out someone else had gotten into the lemon meringue because all that was left was rhubarb. OK, I’ll take it. People who flatten tires can’t be too choosy.

 Sat in the car waiting,  eating pie, drinking water ( at least it’s not fattening) charging my iPhone and listening to KCRW while draining my battery. Who knew? Forty minutes pass, I call again “where is the tow truck?” “We have no order for a tow truck.” “What?” Well it turns out there is difference between a tow truck and Men Who Fix Tires. I mean who knew there was a difference? Did it all change in the digital age. Tow truck is what I know. But the auto club had asked for …you know what? I have no idea what they asked for. But now I just call them Men Who Fix Tires. Once we got the semantics taken care of, they arrive in 15 minutes. No problem because the time wasn’t wasted. I’ve just eaten a piece of pie, learned about Frata Luca Pacioli  friend of Leonard Da Vinci and the man who invented double entry accounting in the 15th century plus a poem by Robert Hass, former Poet Laureate of the United States where he talks about buying a his first blue suit to wear to memorial services for friends.  Certainly not wasted time. Men Who Fix Tires call me and ask me to step out of my car. Now, this sounds like a police TV show to me, then I realize they’re trying to find me.

Men Who Fix Tiers are very intelligent, they want to know about  my husband’s service to the nation (veterans license plates) When did he serve, where did he serve, how much they love history, what did I think about the Presidential debate, what about the President not meeting with Netanyahu. We’re talking intellects and I need Men Who Fix Tires. He asks me to drive around to his car and that is when I discover I’ve drained all of the power from the battery with my eating and listening and IPhone charging. He charges the car, put’s on the spare and off I go to Globe Tires. Pull in and this nice gentleman says how much he likes my haircut!!!! Has anyone mentioned a haircut to you in a tire store??? Not only that but he thought I was very pretty. Huh? Remember we’re in a tire fixing store. Thanked him and went to the desk. they were very efficient and I was ready to go when I asked him what are people called who change tires? Are they Men Who Fix Tires? Because I had been confused with the tow truck. This got the whole office into a fit of laughter. Made their day. I’m sure they’ll be telling everyone about this woman who calls Roadside Assistance, Men Who Fix Tires. Of course now, I’m so knowledgeable I just call them MWFTs!

It was a hot day and the man at the desk asked me if I liked cold water.
“No thank you, I prefer room temperature water,” well he did too. Of course, he used to chew ice cubes. “Chew ice cubes?” “Yes I was in pain and it helped to chew ice cubes.” Foolish me asked what kind of pain, he said he had three hemorrhoids, and they were so painful that he chewed ice cubes to distract himself. But he got them operated on and he “was only in pain for six days.” “Oh, how nice” I said. Way too much information. Better to just eat pie!

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  • Lisa - Ha! You are making me laugh! Which is a very good thing. Thanks:).ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Yea! My first comment. That you so much for your encouragement and comment!ReplyCancel

  • Bungalow Hostess - You’ve written so eloquently…I love the details of your experience.
    I bet you are a lot of fun.
    I have never changed a tire in my life, nor will I and so far have never pumped gas!
    (I am a full service kind of gal)ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you so much for your kind words. Pumping gas is yucky, don’t learn how to do it. One must have some standards.ReplyCancel

  • Carla Fischer - Thanks for the giggles and the vicarious calorie free tastes of pies. You have a great flair for details and engaging people in conversations. I enjoyed your writing about them and turning them into little films. You’re a very funny woman.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you so much for your praise. I only wish it were that Pumpkin Pie we love so much.ReplyCancel

  • Sandra Ateca - This is great, Sandy. Hilarious! Thanks for writing such a fun story!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - I just call um like I see um. :)))ReplyCancel

  • Mary Swartz - I just had the luxury of reading your last 10 entries. I have been out of town and was not sure how to find your recent stories. I have just subscribed to your blog and am proud of myself for figuring it out! Also realized again why we are friends – Have a problem? Eat a piece of pie. It works every time. 🙂 Your stories are delightful and I relate to each one! Loved the bit of your history that you present. I miss meeting you for lunch at Neiman’s but get a bit of you each time I read your blog. You write a great, detailed and very funny story!!! Keep it up!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Mary. Good for you figuring out how to subscribe. Glad things are going so well in Idaho. See you in December.ReplyCancel

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