I've had a slow leak in one of my tires for a few weeks. By the time I got back from Utah it was pretty low. Monday morning I filled it up and went on my way to work. That afternoon, my computer of a car told me it was once again low. I drove to a nearby tire shop that conveniently does free flat fixes where they told me, not so conveniently, that my tire was not repairable (that's usually how it goes). I asked them to put the spare on (so I could 'shop local' the next morning and go to my regular individually owned mechanic. Yes... I know I'm a hippie). Anyway...
I know I asked for my car back (sans new tire), but instead they gave me a fried egg:
Waffles, anyone??
*Needless to say, Bruce got two new shoes Tuesday morning. Much to my bank account's chagrin. Ugh*
