AAAAAAH

[elsajeni]

So, here is how my evening has gone.

1. Go to Y to work out with mom. Huzzah.
2. Leave Y; stop for McNuggets and eat them.
3. Leave McDonald's; hear ominous THUMP BANG, followed immediately by Sam The Volvo developing an alarming limp.
4. Pull into Shell station to discover both right tires, um, gone.
5. Call mommy in terror. Also, AAA and Zack.
6. Mom valiantly answers the call of "OMG OMG I NEED MY MOMMY OMG", takes over dealing with the AAA guys, and drives me home.

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[thromulator.livejournal.com]

Though I've never had something that obviously f-ed up happen to my car, as someone who's car died during the Rita evacuation, I offer sympathies.