Update at the bottom:
When I am distracted, the number of cringe-worthy mistakes I make skyrockets. Last week, I was seriously distracted. The kids, the Roman Empire, a history test I over-studied for, the too-violent chapter in my Criminal Law class screwed up my sleep and it all just added up.
I could fill this space with a long list of things I did last week that would make you cringe and then breathe a sigh of relief that YOU were not the one who did these things. I won’t. I’ll just tell you about one, because I’m not sure how bad it is and you probably know and I kinda NEED to know.
I think the preceding really confusing, long-ish sentence could be re-worded to a short and direct sentence: “I’m using you.”
But it’s just because ya’ll are so smart and I’m always so grateful later, so here we go.
In the car the other day Mike said one of my tires was low. I asked him how low and he said, “28.”
I, in all my infinite tire wisdom, said, “That’s not low. My friend and I drove all the way home from Ruidoso with it at 18.”
He cringed and said he’d fix it. But then he went out of town, and the tire pressure dropped to 24. Which doesn’t sound all that bad, except the others were in the 35 range, and this one was definitely not like the others.
So I decided to go put air in the little troublemaker. It’s supposed to be nitrogen, but some tire person assured me once that nothing will explode in my face if I use the little oxygen things at the gas station. I didn’t want to go to the Tire Place. I hate going to the Tire Place.
There were at least two significant errors made during the very simple task of filling up the low tire.
Significant Error #1:
The little air hose is right next to the little water hose, and they are practically identical and not labeled as YOU’RE JUST SUPPOSED TO KNOW. Somehow. Just KNOW which is which and be all mind-readerish about the stupid little hoses. Or, maybe know the subtle difference between the end spout-y things. Which I did not. Have you ever accidentally tried to shoot water into a tire? Well, I have, y’all. And it was a very wet experience. And surprising. Which is why a ponytailed brunette could be seen tangled in a black water hose, laughing and dripping wet while halfway under a white Escalade last week at the gas station. I’d been squatting there, in expert Air Into Tire pose, when the water hit me and knocked me into a gloriously elegant Sprawled Under Tire Laughing pose.
Significant Error #2:
So, put water hose away, then fill tire with air. Then go check settings inside only to realize that this was not the intended patient. Equivalent to amputating wrong limb. THIS tire was now up to 47. Oops. Get in car and kids look at me, note the dripping wet hair, face, and clothes and NOT ONE OF THEM finds this unusual enough to comment upon. Am thankful. Turn car around. Try again. So the one tire is at 47, and the other three are 33-35.
I go home and over the next few days, very diligently go out to the car and take off the little lid to the overinflated tire and kick it. To try to get some of the extra air out. And after a few hours, I go back out and put the lid back on. Y’all. That does NOTHING. Just so you know. NOTHING.
Help me out, because I do not want to go back to the Tire Place. Who out there knows their tire stuff? Is that really a big difference that has to be fixed? Because if just one of you says, “nah, you’re fine,” Iwill SO gladly believe you and be done with it.
Update: Y’all are awesome! THANK YOU. Am ON this problem, and now know what to do. As soon as that got published there were comments and emails and texts from brilliant ladies who know their way around tires. Am sooo impressed. And Mysti? Mysti (see comments) is practically my NEIGHBOR. No not really, but she lives near here and works very nearby and no, we don’t know each other but she’s going to say hi if she ever sees me in Target. (If there are any more “Mysti’s” out there locally, go ahead and say hi. I look just like that picture on the right over there, but with more wrinkles and much longer hair.)
It’s amazing to me who y’all are and what you know. I’m honored. Thanks again.