So, this afternoon sucked.

[nuintari@mastodon.bsd.cafe]

So, this afternoon sucked.

Kimball and I were driving into town to run some errands, when.... wump wump wump wump wump..... Car is driving funny, and sounding funnier. We are on OH-199, while a predominantly rural route, is still a fairly busy two lane road. Pull over best I can, which is not much. Sure enough, we have a flat tire. Only thing nearby is a farmhouse on the other side of the road, so Kimball runs over to knock on the door. We wanted to make sure that they would be chill with us pulling into their driveway so I can put on the spare tire.

Nobody answers. Okay, so I guess if no one is home, we can just use their driveway, and ask for forgiveness if they come home before we are gone. So we pull in, pop the trunk, and pull out the spare tire and jack. First things first, loosen the lug nuts.

HUUUUURGH! nothing.

HURGH! still nothing.

HUUUUUUUURGH! I can't get them to budge, whoever last rotated my tires really torqued these bastards down good.

So Kimball, being an auto damage adjuster, knows every tow truck operator in the area, and which ones won't rip us off. I continue fighting with the lug nuts as she calls her favorite.

FLASHING LIGHTS!

Two police cruisers pull into the driveway behind us. It turns out, a woman was home, but instead of opening the door, she pretended she wasn't home. And when we decided to use her driveway anyways, she called the police.

This fucking country...... We are all afraid of each other anymore.

But it worked out fine, the cops called it in for the reality it was. They even told us we made a good call getting off the road and helped me get the lug nuts free. They were both significantly bigger and stronger than me, and even they had a hell of a time getting them loose.

Amusing sidepoint, I had to show them how to use the jack. They were amazed.

So, I get the spare on and lower the jack and........ the spare is almost completely flat. Frack.

Upon close inspection, it still has some air in it, enough to keep it off the rim. The police back out and hold traffic for us to slowly back out, and we slowly drive the 6-7 miles home. I managed to reinflate the spare with my compressor. Kimball drove the car to the service station, and I followed in the Daxi Taxi.

So fuck it, it's super past lunchtime and we frustrated and famished. Time for Mexican!

I just cannot believe she called the police on us, it was _really_ obvious what we were doing. This fucking country, we hate each other, and we are afraid of each other.

[stefano@mastodon.bsd.cafe]

@nuintari Something similar happened to me a few years ago. There was an elderly lady who wouldn't come to the door at first, but once she realized I was dealing with a problem, she asked me from the window if I wanted a coffee and even brought me some of her homemade cookies.