I never wanted to be one
of those women who needed a man to do those typically "manly" chores (with the possible exception of catching and disposing of any rodent
that enters my living space), but I have always had a soft spot for any man who
would get on his hands and knees with a pressure gauge (get your mind out of
the gutter – we’re talking tires, people) and pronounce my wheels good to go.
It’s not that I don’t know how to do it; I just hate doing it. I hate wrangling with that stupid
hose, trying to read a gauge that refuses to connect with my tire stem and
standing out in the cold trying to get 32 (not 29, not 34) pounds of pressure in each tire.
But all of that is in the
past. Thanks to a little place called Discount Tires I will never have to do
any of the above ever, ever again. Today, I saw their sign inviting drivers to
pull in for a free, 3 minute tire check and decided to give it a try. They’ve
got this exceedingly cool machine that checks the pressure AND puts the right
amount of air in at the same time. The smiling mechanic took care of all four
tires in less time than it takes me to take off the stem cap and told me to
come back as often as I like. I never left the comfort of the driver’s seat and
the whole thing didn’t cost me a dime. (Although my daughter chastised me for not tipping him. Next time he gets double).
He said I could come every day if I wanted to. I wonder if he has a brother that unloads dishwashers.
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