This story beats them all!

Okay, those of you who know me probably realize that I have bizare tire woes. In the past, I have had more flat tires than any of us can remember. (Once, a staple --yes, a staple-- caused my tire to go flat. Granted, it was a fairly large staple, but the guy that found it in my flat tire could not believe it!) Anyway, last night, although it was not a flat tire, I did have tire woes.

At five p.m., I went to a local Barnes and Noble because Jack Klugman was there signing his new book about him and Tony Randall. The signing was at seven and I was out of there by 7:30. On the way home, I heard an ambulance; so, I pulled into a turn lane, which eventually forced me to turn onto a street that I normally would avoid at night. Shortly after, as I was driving down this street, I heard this clicking noise coming from my front tire. I almost died! I thought for sure that my days were over, that I was going to die in Florida near the hooker hangout (Jeff and Jessica know what I mean!) and I would just be another sad statistic on Fox news and Nancy Grace. Anyway, I kept waiting for the tire to go flat and I had no idea what I was going to do. I drove and drove, praying to make it to a better street near my home, but nothing ever happened. The car drove fine, the tire did not go down, and no lights came on.

I finally made it back to my apartment, with a huge sigh of relief, and, after parking, checked around my tire. I heard nothing and saw nothing unusual. I popped the hood--nothing.

Today, I got up early and took my car down to these great guys at Tires Plus. They are open on Sundays from 9 until 4. I got there at five min. until nine, and eight people were already ahead of me! Anyway, I told them the problem and settled down with a book. About thirty minutes later, the guy called me to the desk. He said, "Well, I don't really know how to charge you for this." My first thought was, "Oh, no. It must be expensive." But, he was laughing and then proceeded to tell me that at first the problem seemed to be a crack in my hubcap; however, upon further inspection, taking the cover off, they found something else....He held it up in front of me and it was--I am not kidding--a hair extension with two plastic beads attached to it. The thing had somehow made its way into my wheel cover, twisted around something, and the beads made all of the racket.

It would only happen to me--a near death experience caused by a hair extension.


katie g. said…
Have you tried putting it in your hair?
Susie said…
Gross!!! It was so nasty. I almost freaked out in the shop.

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