Scene: Its 11 am on Saturday its already a steamy 350,000 degrees Fahrenheit outside. My Roommates J. and P. are helping me change a flat…er exploded tire… I had gotten the previous evening.
J.: “Do you have a spare?”
Me: “I have no idea.”
P.: “You’ve got a jack though, right?”
Me: “Again, no idea.”
J.: “Well I’ve got a jack but we need a spare. Do you know what size tire you drive on?”
Me: “They come in sizes? Like dresses? I don’t know, medium?”
J. to P.: “It’s like she’s gone temporarily retarded.”
June 19, 2007 at 12:44 pm
Hee hee…I don’t know what size my tires are, either!
June 19, 2007 at 3:26 pm
I guess this is knowledge that we, as drivers are supposed to have. And apparently they come in numbers not descriptions like small and extra-large.