Having just finished my favorite lunch at Colonial Cafe (citrus tango salad), I was on my way to the Tri-County Pregnancy and Parenting Center to drop off a check.
The steering felt sluggish as I went across Route 14 past McDonald’s and Chase Bank.
As I pulled up the steep incline to the parking lot, my bumper dragged on the pavement.
Then, I knew something was wrong.
It hadn’t started snowing yet as I got out of the car and went to the Tri-County office to call for help.
I got AAA and was told Anchor Towing would come within 45 minutes. I was told there would be no cost, that tire changing was fully covered by the AAA membership.
It was 1:30.
I cleaned out the trunk (only one campaign sign, but lots of other junk) so the little spare tire could be found.
But I had to pick up my son at Bernotas Middle School at 2:15. At two, I got three offers of a car to get him from the kind ladies in the office. The Mustang won.
So, I left my 1996 Cadillac, my keys and AAA card and went to pick up my son.
When we returned the tire was off. The snow had started.
It didn’t take long to finish the job and there wasn’t even any paperwork to sign.
We got our flat tire fixed at Goodyear at the intersection of Route 14 and Virginia Street Road. The technician said that rust on the tire rim had allowed the seal to be compromised causing a slow leak. Something to look forward to on the other three rims, I guess.
While we were waiting, my son an watched the motorcycle building show on the Discover Channel.
“There’s more violence there than there is in my video games,” he observed as Paul, Jr., punched his fist through his father’s door after Paul, Sr. said so many expletives that the sound track sounded like a filled answering machine.