My Life is Pretty Much a Sitcom

Sometimes I just can't help but laugh at the ridiculous circumstances that I get myself in to. After yesterday's bathroom fiasco and today's issues, I just have to laugh out loud. Crying or pouting wouldn't do much good anyways. You gotta roll with the punches, go with the tide, take 'em as they come, go where the wind blows, take it in stride ... you get the picture.

This morning I got into my rental car, a Jeep Wrangler, and a little exclamation point came up on my dashboard. You see, I don't know cars too well, but I do know that orange exclamations don't mean "Good morning! Its nice to see you today!" While en route to my fist school, I called Enterprise to inquire about any potential danger. They said that as long as I felt safe, I could keep driving. If not, I could go swap it for a new car. I like the Wrangler, affectionately called Jeepy (original, right?!), and so I drove on. The next time I started the car, my little light came on and the screen said "Low tire pressure." I know tire pressure is kind of important and I didn't want to risk a blow out or damaging the car, especially since I have an hour drive tonight at 9pm. On my way to my last school, which was conveniently near the airport where I got rental car, I had an hour to kill. I was going to fill up the tires myself but I really didn't know which one was low or how much air to put in them. With my luck, I'd probably blow up the wrong tire and it would pop. I don't think that's in my insurance plan.

So Garmin took me to the Enterprise at the airport, which somehow wasn't the one I initially went to. They weren't much help and I didn't get a new car (bummer). They just redirected me to a Firestone tire store who later told me the tire needed to be replaced. So here I sit in a mall waiting for my car to be fixed. I found a comfy spot near a fountain to relax for an hour or so. They have random leather recliners, very comfy I might add. Apparently women leave their husbands here to nap while they shop, as I am the only female, and the only person under 65 years old. I also seem to be one of the only conscious ones. Such a rough job I have gotten myself into!


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Post Script: Just got back from Firestone. Two new tires! Apparently they were both really low in tire pressure and their treads were worn too thin, so they were beyond the fixable point. Only 20,000 miles... is that even new tire time?

Dear Enterprise, even though it wasn't a huge bummer for me to spend an afternoon reclining in a mall, I missed work. Therefore, if you would be so willing to bump me up to a convertible while in California, I wouldn't hold it against your company. With love.