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gmku · 12.28.2007, 05:29 PM

Mine was nice, for the most part. Snow fell Christmas eve through Christmas day at mom-in-law's house, gifts were given and received, my favorite niece is as cute as a button.

Things took a bad turn around 11 pm when my daughter took off to see some friends, drove over something in the snow-covered streets, and got a flat tire. Roadside Assistance that night and through the next day were a bunch of incompetent idiots. My daughter found shelter with friends near the accident overnight, but next day I met my daughter at the care only to find that roadside assistance-sent rescuers replaced the blown tire with a flat spare and the instructions to fill it up at a gas station as soon as possible. I accompany my daughter (I'm following in another vehicle) to a station where the tire cannot be inflated. Another call to roadside assistance from the gas station lot--we're told to go purchase a tire and they'll send someone to put it on. I find the store they refer me to, which turns out to be nothing but a tiny shack filled with used tires, overseen by a shady-looking old guy who assures me the Jeep tire for 45 bucks will fit our jeep. "Laredo, you said, right?" he asks. "Uh,no, I said Grand Cherokee." "Oh, they're all the same." Take the tire back to the gas station, wait two hours for the repairman, who quickly ascertains that I have a 15 not a 16 and this means the tire won't fit our disabled Grand Cherokee. It's 8 at night and the tire store is closed, and I'm out 45 bucks, and we're no closer to fixing this mess than we were when I first met my daughter at the car 6 hours earlier. Another call to roadside assistance, "Tow us the fuck out of here and get us to a real tire store!," we say. Ultimately, this ends up costing me another 500 bucks, because of course the store can't replace just one tire because that would screw up the car's transfer case and traction and all that. Bullshit, I think, but I'm so exhausted by now I just give in.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, mom-in-law and guests have called roto-rooter to handle a sewer system which has chosen this day to back up due to tree roots clogging the system. Half the basement is flooded.

So there you have it. Merry freaking Christmas.

12.28.2007, 05:29 PM	#45
gmku invito al cielo Join Date: May 2006 Location: Oxford, England Posts: 15,225	Mine was nice, for the most part. Snow fell Christmas eve through Christmas day at mom-in-law's house, gifts were given and received, my favorite niece is as cute as a button. Things took a bad turn around 11 pm when my daughter took off to see some friends, drove over something in the snow-covered streets, and got a flat tire. Roadside Assistance that night and through the next day were a bunch of incompetent idiots. My daughter found shelter with friends near the accident overnight, but next day I met my daughter at the care only to find that roadside assistance-sent rescuers replaced the blown tire with a flat spare and the instructions to fill it up at a gas station as soon as possible. I accompany my daughter (I'm following in another vehicle) to a station where the tire cannot be inflated. Another call to roadside assistance from the gas station lot--we're told to go purchase a tire and they'll send someone to put it on. I find the store they refer me to, which turns out to be nothing but a tiny shack filled with used tires, overseen by a shady-looking old guy who assures me the Jeep tire for 45 bucks will fit our jeep. "Laredo, you said, right?" he asks. "Uh,no, I said Grand Cherokee." "Oh, they're all the same." Take the tire back to the gas station, wait two hours for the repairman, who quickly ascertains that I have a 15 not a 16 and this means the tire won't fit our disabled Grand Cherokee. It's 8 at night and the tire store is closed, and I'm out 45 bucks, and we're no closer to fixing this mess than we were when I first met my daughter at the car 6 hours earlier. Another call to roadside assistance, "Tow us the fuck out of here and get us to a real tire store!," we say. Ultimately, this ends up costing me another 500 bucks, because of course the store can't replace just one tire because that would screw up the car's transfer case and traction and all that. Bullshit, I think, but I'm so exhausted by now I just give in. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, mom-in-law and guests have called roto-rooter to handle a sewer system which has chosen this day to back up due to tree roots clogging the system. Half the basement is flooded. So there you have it. Merry freaking Christmas. __________________ Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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