There is so much stuff going on right now. And not just the Olympics.
I may, and or may not, have escaped death today. Well, I did obviously escape it. Duh, I am writing about my experience. But as to whether I would have actually died, well, who really knows? Here is the story…
My parent’s have long been loyal DirecTv subscribers. For like fifteen years. Loved them. Until our trees grew and blocked their signal. Not so much love after that. They call up good ol‘ Customer Service only to be told there was nothing that could be done. Short of cutting down the tree(heresy) or paying to have DirecTv come out and re-position the satellite(so not gonna happen). So they shut off DirecTv. I know. It was just about as painful as it sounds. I mention that they should switch to Dish. We had it and absolutely loved it. Nary a problem. So they decide to give it a whirl. Only it will take about two weeks to have it installed. Again with the knowing.
Fast forward two weeks to today. My father gets a wild hair and decides he needs a new tv. A flat screen. He sends Mama and I out to search for a good deal. We hit K-Mart, hhgregg(which is a whole ‘nother post) and finally, Wal-Marts. We chose to go with the Sanyo from Wal-Marts. Only ours didn’t have it. So we had to drive to the next town to pick it up. And here is where the almost dying part comes in to play.
We are driving down the interstate and it starts to sound funny. Like a helicopter is hovering right above me. Thwup–thwup–thwup–thwup. I can’t figure out what the hell is making that noise, but nothing is wonky with my car. And we are almost there and at that point I just honestly wanted to stop the car and see what was wrong with it. We get the tv and come back out. I don’t see anything wrong with the car. So we get back in it. And the noise is worse. But we have Dub in the car with us and it is hot. I figure if I go slow and am really careful, we can make it home. And we do,thankyoujeebus. All I have to do now is wait for my husband to get home and take a look at it.
I go to work. Typical day, people are idiots, it’s hot, blah, blah. I come home and go see if he has figured out what the problem was. He had. Back when I had my tires done they, apparently,did not put my lug nuts back on correctly. Or even tightly. One of them is gone. As in no longer there. Three of them are sliced in half.That leaves me with one. One lug nut holding my tire on it’s rim.One. I am very lucky I wasn’t in a massive wreck. My husband was slightly shaken up by the thought of what almost happened.
Now? He is very,very angry. I will be calling the Tire Company first thing in the morning. I don’t want this to happen to someone else. And now,if y’all will excuse me, I am going to bed. Almost being killed really makes you quite tired.