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Columnist, Sheila Moss, is humor writer from  Tennessee. She writes  a weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny things that happen to everyone.

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Another Flat Tire....

Another Flat Tire 

"Oh, no! Not again!" 

I had driven my car earlier that morning and it was fine. Now the dashboard message said "low tire pressure." Something had to be wrong. 

But, I was on the way to the doctor and it was too late to cancel the appointment. I would have to go to the appointment and after that drive straight to the dealership. I had a flat tire a few months ago, how could I have another already? Life isn't fair. 

Of course, things like this never happen at a good time, as if there is a good time for a flat tire. Honey's car was in the shop so we were down to one car this week - mine. I had taken him to work already that morning and planned to pick him up tonight. If the car can't be fixed today, he will be stranded. I tried not to think about that possibility. 

Anyhow, I got my doctor appointment over with and drove to the dealership. The left rear tire registered 25 pounds and my other tires were 35 pounds.  My car has nitrogen in the tires, so I take it to a dealership. 

"What's wrong?" asked Cindy, the service manager at Freeland's. I'm there so often that she knows me by name. 

"I'm getting low pressure messages for the back tire. Can you check it out?" 

"Sure. Are you going to wait?" 

I had no choice. 

So, I went into the waiting room with all the other grim-faced people with car problems who were waiting for their cars to be fixed. I tried not to consider the possibility that I could need a new tire. Last time this happened, the nail was in the side of the tire and it could not be fixed. 

I cursed the day I bought a Corvette. It always has problems that take several days to fix and the parts are always twice as much as for a normal car. 

I decided to call Honey and warn him. He might want to start trying to bum a ride home from a co-worker. 

"Guess, where I am?" I said when he picked up the phone. After several unsuccessful guesses, he actually guessed the right place. 

"What are you doing there? What's wrong?" 

"I don't know yet. I'm waiting for them to check it and tell me." 

"It is probably the tire sensor," he said. 

I didn't think so, but was not in the mood to argue. 

What a boring place. "It sure seems to take a long time when you are just sitting and waiting," observed a fellow stranded motorist. 

I decided to get a cup of their courtesy coffee before I fell asleep. "Ho, hum." I wish I could take a nap. The television droned on playing some soap opera that I was not interested in. I checked my email,  checked Facebook, and noticed my cell phone was almost dead. 

Finally, Cindy came in to tell me the car was ready. I didn't even know they were working on it yet, so that was fantastic news. 

"It was a nail," she said, "but we were able to plug it." 

I called Honey with the good news. It was almost time to pick him up, but maybe I would have time to go by the pharmacy and pick up my medicine.  I stretched time too far and ended up running late. 

Honey called. "I will be outside waiting," he said. 

"My phone is almost dead," I informed him. "I'll be there as soon as I can." 

My mind was replaying all the things I had intended to do today that did not get done. Still, things can always be worse. I only had one tire go flat. Three were still okay.


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