Monday, May 7, 2012

A story of my luck for your entertainment


So it's Saturday night, I'm babysitting in Atlanta which is a good 45 minutes from where I live and it's about 1am by the time I leave their house.  I pull out of the neighborhood and hear this awful noise again, and again, and again.  It takes me about a mile before I realize that I've heard this noise before.  The noise of a flat tire.  That's right.  It's 1am and my freakin' tire is flat as can be.  Yes I have a spare tire and yes I was only a mile from the family's house I was sitting at but here's the thing, I'm 7.5 months pregnant and sure as heck not changing a tire and Atlantans.... they don't know how to change tires.  They are very smart though, unlike myself, and have this wonderful thing called AAA.  So AAA arrives to rescue me at about 1:30 and by 1:45 I get the okay to hit the road.  Hit the road at 45 mph that is.  Yup, my spare tire is a true DONUT and can only handle 45mph.

From my house to Atlanta it is all major interstates.  First it's I-20 and then it's I-285.  The speed limit is 65 until you're right in the perimeter and it drops down to 55 BUT everyone drives 80.  So it's 1:45 and I'm cruising down the interstate with my hazards on, in the slow (that's not actually slow) lane, getting honked at every 2 minutes.  I'm embarrassed easily by car related troubles... not sure why... so all I could think about was how glad I was that it wasn't daylight.

I've made it about 15 miles... the equivalent of 30ish minutes and I see the blue-lights.  CRAP.


All I want to do is get home, this guy is totally slowing my already slow roll. 


Cop: Is everything alright ma'am?
Me: Yes sir, just got done babysitting and had a flat tire.
Cop: You're driving on the interstate with a flat tire?
Me: No sir, I called out AAA and got it fixed.
Cop: So why do you have your hazards on?
Me: I can only drive 45 mph.
Cop: So your tire is still flat?
Me: No sir, I have a donut on my car now because my other tire had a hole in it.  I can't drive any faster then 45 mph.
Cop: Oh, that sucks.  How far are you from home?
Me: Pretty far, about another 30 miles.
Cop: Good luck.
Me: THANKS.

I made it home.  And thanked my lucky stars that I'm a bit better at rolling with the punches than I used to be. 

2 comments:

  1. Oh no, sounds so stressful! I'm sorry that happened. On the bright side --it makes for a good story - give it a few days and you'll be laughing about it!

    Here's to smooth traveling from here on out-

    kendall
    http://songbirdsandbuttons.blogspot.com

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  2. That sounds like a horrible experience. I'm glad you made it home safely. Wishing you no more flat tires....

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