Our ward Christmas party was this past Saturday.
Josh and I went, but decided to skip out a little early.
When we got to our car and backed out of our parking space, Josh said "it feels like we have a flat tire!"
Sure enough. It was super duper flat.
That's whatcha get I guess, when you leave the ward party early.
So we put on the spare and I went to get a new tire today.
I just went to Walmart.
The guy was friendly enough. He got all my info and checked out the car to see what size tire I needed and then gave me my little ticket and said "okay. see you in a bit."
I didn't see any other cars waiting for anything, so I thought 30 minutes sounded like a pretty good 'bit.'
So I grabbed some milk and we looked at toys and then headed back to the auto department.
All the little worker guys were there. They were laughing and chatting and ringing up each other's donuts. Finally, one of them asked "Oh, hey, which car is yours?" I reminded him and then some guy from the back went looking for the tires.
It took him a long time, but he finally headed back into the shop.
My car was still in the parking lot.
15 minutes later, the guy who originally helped me said "how much did I tell you the tires would be?" I told him $65 and he said "Um, we don't have any tires for you then."
Are you kidding me? I just sat here for an hour, watching you eat donuts and now you're telling me you don't have tires for me?
I was so mad. I hope he could tell by my nasty looks.
On the bright side, Brinkley enjoyed playing with their wet floor signs and making the automatic door open and close. And open and close. Aaaaand open and close.
I was worried that she was bugging all of them, but now I don't care!
Josh and I went, but decided to skip out a little early.
When we got to our car and backed out of our parking space, Josh said "it feels like we have a flat tire!"
Sure enough. It was super duper flat.
That's whatcha get I guess, when you leave the ward party early.
So we put on the spare and I went to get a new tire today.
I just went to Walmart.
The guy was friendly enough. He got all my info and checked out the car to see what size tire I needed and then gave me my little ticket and said "okay. see you in a bit."
I didn't see any other cars waiting for anything, so I thought 30 minutes sounded like a pretty good 'bit.'
So I grabbed some milk and we looked at toys and then headed back to the auto department.
All the little worker guys were there. They were laughing and chatting and ringing up each other's donuts. Finally, one of them asked "Oh, hey, which car is yours?" I reminded him and then some guy from the back went looking for the tires.
It took him a long time, but he finally headed back into the shop.
My car was still in the parking lot.
15 minutes later, the guy who originally helped me said "how much did I tell you the tires would be?" I told him $65 and he said "Um, we don't have any tires for you then."
Are you kidding me? I just sat here for an hour, watching you eat donuts and now you're telling me you don't have tires for me?
I was so mad. I hope he could tell by my nasty looks.
On the bright side, Brinkley enjoyed playing with their wet floor signs and making the automatic door open and close. And open and close. Aaaaand open and close.
I was worried that she was bugging all of them, but now I don't care!
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