So, I'm driving to work this morning thinking about going to get a latte at my favorite coffee shop to assuage the nagging headache I have and I'm talking to my sister on the phone.
I pass a log truck. (I hate being behind those things- I just envision one of those logs sliding off into the car with me. *shudder*) The guy in the log truck beeps his horn and I check my rear view mirror slyly. Is he flirting? He points to my truck. I coolly don't acknowledge him just in case he's flirting. Then my brain kicks in and I remember how one of my back tires is tending to flatten occasionally.
Nixing the coffee idea, I cruise in to work, parking in a parking lot about a block away. (Don't get me started on the lack of parking near my work or the fact that I would have to rent a parking space in the parking lot AT my work. It gets ugly fast when I think about that.)
Fortunately, my forward thinking husband recently bought an air compressor (I think that's what is: you plug it into the cigarette lighter and it blows air.) for such a time as this. I plug it in and attach it to my tire and wait. It usually takes 10 minutes or so to pump up the tire. I hate standing around twiddling my thumbs- I'm all about doing something while I'm doing something- so I grab my knitting. So there I am. The truck door is open, I'm standing next to the truck knitting with this air thing whining in my ear watching it occasionally to make sure I don't get caught up in my knitting and pop a tire.
Yep.
Definitely offbeat.
Or maybe I'm just "off".
1 comment:
Knitting and filling a tire, now that's something you don't see everyday.
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