Today, I went out for brunch with some friends. While deciding where to park, I hit a curb. Pretty badly. Fast forward to the end of lunch. I get in my car and start driving. Within about two seconds, I knew that I had a flat tire.
Flat tires and I are pretty good friends. I get them fairly frequently. Usually I call my dad and ask him to come fix it for me. But alas, my dad was currently in Florida, 8 hours away. Or I call my current boyfriend of the time, and they help me. But I am now single and hence have no boy toy to call. What am I to do?
Option 1: Go to random tables at the restaurant I was just at and see if some kind gentleman will fix my tire for me.
Option 2: Call my friend Casey, who is still walking to his car, and see if he can help me.
I went for option 2. And you know what? Casey is the freaking master of fixing flats. He had my tire off and the spare on in literally 5 minutes. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
And the cool thing was, I didn't cry. I didn't freak out. I didn't think, "Holy crap a new tire is going to be expensive this sucks WHY DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME." I thought, "Oh, I have a flat." I treated it like it was no big deal.
Emotional health for the win!!! :-) Now if only I could be this way when it comes to boys....
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