Last week was a crummy week, and also, I got a flat tire.
(Here’s a better angle of it.)
However, I’m an independent, self-sufficient, strong, capable female, so I
called for roadside assistance.
30 minutes later, a guy to replace my tire came, in a monster of a tow truck.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and a monster energy drink in his hand, no hair, and was completely lousy with muscles.
He climbed on down from his truck and I was all scared-like. Why didn’t I listen when my dad showed me how to change my own tires???
He paused for a second when he saw my license plate.
For those of you who don’t know, I managed to snag a fabulous vanity plate last year. Looks like this:
Right??!? How in the world “Poppins” wasn’t taken I’ll never know. But I got it. Hahaha I’m obsessed.
Now you know if you ever see a POPPINS plate on the road, that’s me :)
Unless the jerk driving it just cut you off. Then it’s totally not me, it’s some other blonde driving my car.
Anyway, the tire guy was like:
And I was like:
And he was like:
I am not making this up.
(He sang it the rest of the time.)
Oh yeah and I got my tire changed :)
I think we all know the moral to this story.
I need to get more flat tires.