Temporarily Evicted

I got a flat tire driving to Boston Logan airport this afternoon. Luckily, I had dinner plans in Boston, so this delay didn't make me miss my flight. First of all, I have to say that I'm mildly embarrassed that I don't know how to change a tire. Second of all, I had on a thin strapped sundress.. which turned out to be pretty much the most inappropriate outfit for attempting to change a tire. So since I have no idea what I'm really doing, I decide to call road side assistance. However, road side assistance won't come because I'm on the Mass Pike, so they refer me to another service, who refers me to another service that is just an automated system. So I decide to get a friend on the phone to talk me through it step by step.

Step 1: Remove the cover from the spare. As I am trying to figure out how the cover comes off of my spare on the back of my car, the wind is blowing, and my dress is going everywhere. Naturally, the wind blows my skirt up, I butt flash all of I-90, (I got a few honks). You're welcome if you were driving on I-90E around 4:30 this afternoon.

Step 2: Remove tools from my car. The tools of course are kept in the underneath part of my trunk, which means emptying my trunk so that I can lift up to remove the tools. At this point, all of my life possessions are sitting on a curb on the side of the road.


(this picture does not do justice to the chaos there was by the side of the road)

Step 3: Thank God before I ever got to step 3, some random guy stopped to help me. He had power tools and did it within a matter of 5 minutes. When I heard from my roadside again, they told me that they would have sent the police since it is not an area where they allow their service trucks to visit.

Never a dull moment. Never...