I knew my tire was low on air yesterday, but it slipped my mind this morning as I started my daily trek. While on the highway, a lady kept honking her horn at me and screaming out her window. Naturally, I got pissed and was about to flick her off until something told me to hold back on my road rage. I thought for a second and remembered my low-on-air tire!
I got off on the nearest exit to find that the noise I kept hearing was my rim grinding against the asphalt while driving. Wonderful!
I reached for my wallet to find it empty. “Oh yea, I used all my coins to park in South Beach this weekend and gave my remaining $20 bill to someone last night who in a fit of anger threw it out the window. I have no way to pay for air!”
A little bit about me: I like to drive fast. Anything below 80 makes me anxious and I get itchy, but I had no choice. I threw on my hazards and drove in the right lane of the highway (torturous for me) all the way back home (I was a good 7 exits away).
I got home, found 50 cents and grabbed another $20 bill only to get to the gas station and find out that air is 75 cents. Oh the disappointment. I couldn’t get change for my $20 unless I made a cash purchase, so I bought a little, red Bic lighter – just in case you wanted the details of my purchase… all I needly were a measly 25 cents! 
I’m so happy I wore sneakers and not heels today. What a pain to be kneeled on the disgustingly filthy floor of a gas station in heels and a skirt while getting my hands all greasy with the air hose. My sneakers and jeans offered me so much comfort that I don’t care how dirty they got.
All in all, my tire has air, but I didn’t have time to fill the others so my car feels a little lopsided. My poor baby.
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