My parents were nice enough to give me a car to drive in Calgary. I cannot be thankful enough that I've been able to drive over the last month since getting the car.
However, in a bit of an unorthodox manner, I'm going to rant. Since coming back from Reading Week, I've dealt with, what is now, the third flat tire. Okay, to be fair, the third account isn't exactly flat just yet. But this morning, as I'm starting up my car and scraping the frost off my windows, I looked at one of my tires and it's been slashed again!
Seriously, do people have nothing better to do than to come and cut my tires even AFTER I started parking at a different spot? I don't even know what has to go through someone's retarded mind to force them to go out of their way to come and cut my tire. Maybe it's because they know and feel wonderful from knowing that it's currently causing me a lot of frustration. I'm not even someone that normally gets frustrated, but this is getting very close to it.
I'll let it go the first time, because it just seemed like a regular flat tire that everyone gets at least a few times in their lives. The second time, you got lucky because I drove all the way to school before I realized how broken my tire was. And as people say, the third time's the charm. I've become scarred to the point that since getting my tires replaced after the second time, I've checked my tires each time I step into my car. And luckily enough, this morning, I've spotted the third cut. It's about six to seven inches long on the front right side. The tire isn't flat yet, because the cut still looks rather fresh. But due to my paranoia, I didn't drive and bused to school instead - causing me to be 15 minutes late for class, which thankfully is less than I thought it would be.
Now, I can't drive to church tonight because there is no way I'm going to put the person I'm supposed to drive to church in danger, let alone myself. If all these flat tires only affected me, fine. But it's starting to affect the people I care about, which, by my standards, has officially crossed the line. First, my parents. They know how broke I am so they're always going to offer to pay for all my repairs, being forced to pull out money that they normally wouldn't have to. Secondly, the people that ask me for rides now need to find alternate ways to get to and from the place they want to go. Thanks.
I know that a few years from now, this won't mean a whole lot; but at this present moment, it's absolutely ridiculous. Whoever it was that popped my tires, you did what you wanted to do. Now stop wasting your life and be thankful for what God gave you.
2 comments:
Bummer. I've had a few flat tires (due to mostly nails!) and it is not fun. Although the cost to fix them isn't a lot of money, it's still money that could have been spent on other things plus the time it takes to get it reparied. I agree that it's one thing when it's you, and it's another thing when others are involved. Were you there this summer when my van had a flat tire and your dad was there to save the day? Brilliant! I hope that things start to look up. Just think, only a few weeks left of the semester!!! Rock it!!!
thanks! yeah it is slightly hard to imagine that in a month, i'll be done my first year... it's incredible! hahaha
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