Wednesday we closed the pool because of cooler temperatures. I took advantage of that and headed to town to purchase groceries for home and ice cream for the pool. I had all my running done early except for purchasing the ice cream, so I decided to do the responsible adult thing and put tires on my car.
When we purchased the car, we were told all the tires were new, and from a glance, they all looked new. Unfortunately, I never looked more than a glance until I had to start airing them up once a week. The two front tires are 10 years old and look as if they were stored out behind an outbuilding in the south 40 and forgotten about. Since I was now airing them up every other day, new tires seemed to be the answer.
So I pulled up to the tire bay at Wally World and was told I would have about an hour wait before they could get started. This was a little after two. Not exactly what I wanted to hear but it was necessary so I agreed. Duke and I set off on foot to find something to eat and ended up having a sit-down meal at Perkins. I’ve never had an out-to-eat, sit-down meal on my own, ever. I quite enjoyed it.
At 3:30 I received a text saying they had started on my car, and two tires shouldn’t take that long, so we headed back. Sure enough a half hour later they sent another text stating my vehicle was ready. We went to the back counter, paid, got in the car and proceeded to leave, but something was wrong. There was a rubbing noise coming from the front end of my car. I pulled back up and got someone to come take a look. The tire was rubbing on the strut, or shock, or whatever it is that my car has.
Upon further inspection, it was learned someone had put the wrong size tires on the car, and the guys replacing my tires had just used the existing tire size that was on the car to determine which size to get from the shelf. I wasn’t going to ruin two new tires, or take the chance of a blow out in that little death trap of a car, so I asked if they had the correct size. They didn’t!
They tried swapping the back tires with the new front tires in hopes that they were worn down enough to clear the shock-strut, but that didn’t work. So finally, we all decided it would be best to put the old tires back on. It was now past five o’clock, and I was irritated and anxious. We went back inside, they refunded my money onto my debit card, which took three days to post. When they take it, it posts immediately, when they give it back, they take their sweet time.
After getting my car back, I still had to get ice cream for the pool and an umbrella stand from another store. It was almost eight o’clock before I got home. It was a horrible long day, and the moral of the story is, stop trying to be a responsible adult, just drive on the tires until they blow out, and blame the government! LOL! I’m joking, I ordered tires locally and should have four new ones by the end of the week. The cost was a little higher, but I won’t have to wander around Hastings looking homeless while they get replaced. X’s & O’s.
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