Low Tire Pressure

 I will be the first person to admit that I do not handle car trouble very well.  And that is pretty much because I do not know a whole lot about cars.  Yes, that is my own fault and yes, it is never too late to learn.  Not the point here, though.  I get very anxious when something unexpected is going on with my car.  Like two Decembers ago, when my fuel line sensor died and because of that so did the car.  I was about 10 minutes from Dad's house around 8pm. Thank God for AAA.  Even though I had to wait for over an hour (not complaining), it was nerve wracking because I was in the middle of the country.  That's the kind of thing that just wrecks my nerves.

Several weeks ago, I get in my car to drive home from work.  As I am almost home my "low tire pressure" light comes on.  Great!! While I appreciate that my car lets me know this information, my car is a 2010 so it doesn't tell me which one it is. I just couldn't deal with it right then.  It stressed me out.  Jason very kindly let me use his air compressor the next morning.  So, there I am at 7:30 am in the pouring rain putting air in my rear tires.  Luckily those were the ones that needed it. Fun!  This past Friday it came on again.  On my way into work this time. I try to handle the anxiety calmly.  I decided I would go to Sheetz because they have an air pump that is free and digital.  I get out of my car and can tell which one is low, thank goodness.  I turn the machine on and it will only go up to 36 PSI.  I drive an SUV so I need 44 PSI.  Dammit LOL  I go to another Sheetz that is on my way to work.  Same thing.  Really?!  I drive back to the Shell station in my neighborhood where I get my gas because I know it has a coin operated machine.  Of course, it takes 6 quarters, and I have 4. By this time I've rolled my eyes more times than I care to admit.  

I go back home and decide I will try to find Jason's compressor in his car. He's asleep but won't mind if I use it.  And that was pointless.  I looked in every spot in his car I could think of and could not find it.  I came to learn later that he keeps it in his console. I have noted that for future use. I go back into the house and get like 15 quarters out of my change box and head back to the Shell station.  I get my air and go about my merry way, late to work. But I did call ahead and let them know. And luckily, my day calmed down after that. Whew.

From now on, I am going to keep plenty of quarters in my car and remember that something free is not always something better.  Sometimes I miss those pre 16 age years of life when I had to be driven everywhere.  A bother for my parents probably but it was good for me.  And that is this week's escapade in adulting. 

That is all.