Adventures in changing a tire.

This afternoon, JoAnna and I attempted to change my flat tire and put the spare on so that I can get a new tire without having to tow my car.

Fun times.

We took 30 minutes to get the hubcap off because my car has some dumb anti-theft device on it and we couldn't find the key. We found the key. In plain sight in the trunk. Oops. Megan came over in the middle of the tire changing and helped us find it.

So we got the hubcap off, got the car up on the jack and COULD NOT get the lugnuts off. So I called my mom and asked if Paul would come over, seriously, JoAnna and I pulled on that sucker forever without any of the lugnuts moving at all. While Megan stood there holding all our stuff because we wouldn't let her help. Don't know why, but it's ok because now we can give her crap for not getting dirty while we were rolling around on the ground. So anyway, my mom says, no we don't want to come over.

!!!!!!

What? Thanks a lot, you live 2 miles away from me. Well, at this point we're frustrated as all get out and this guy who lives in my apartment complex comes up and says can I help? I said, yes, absolutely. So he pretty much took care of things, he had to stand on the ratchet to get it to move, so it's not like we were just weak, the bastards were tough.

So thanks to the guy name Tony who changed my tire for me. My mom called me about 10 seconds after Tony got the first nut to move and said they were in the car, I said go home I don't need you.


Take that.