Slice of Life Stories

5 Feb

One of my favorite professional blogs is Two Writing Teachers. They have a project called SOLS, Slice of Life Stories, in which they challenge people to write little vignettes of daily life and post them. So, I am challenging myself to write a slice of life on Tuesdays. Yes, I realize it’s Wednesday, but last week’s stressful week has now become this stressful week. I keep telling myself things will be less stressful once literacy night (tonight) is over, but I think I’m a bit delusional. Anyway, on to my slice of life.


Monday when I was getting into the car to leave work to go to a meeting, I noticed that the front driver’s side tire  on the car next to me looked low.I knew who the car belonged to. I briefly considered going in to tell her about her tire, but I didn’t. I had to get to my meeting. I forgot all about it until I got up yesterday morning. It was cold and I knew Id have to scrape, so I was a little grumbly. As I opened the driver’s side door I saw that my  front driver’s side tire was almost flat.

I am an introvert and a big self-talker. The words going through my head were ” Crap, crap, crap” and “Don’t cry”. For the record, “crap” is my favorite expletive and it says so on my Ravelry profile. After scraping the car to the rhythm of my mantras, I decided to drive 2 blocks to the gas station to see if it was fillable or if I had to call Triple A. The kind lady behind the counter at the gas station exchanged my quarters for a dollar and I was able to fill the tire. well, I almost filled it. It was a cold morning and my hands didn’t seem to want to cooperate, but the tire was full enough to drive to work when the air pump stopped.

I made it to work and checked the tire at noon and again before leaving. It looked about the same, so I figured I’d stop by the gas station near school, fill it up the rest of the way and hope that I didn’t have a repeat the next morning. I had my blinker on to turn right, into the gas station, when a little voice told me to keep going straight to Les Schwab Tires, just to have them take a look at it, thinking there might be a slow leak. So, I turned off the blinker, and did so.

Les Schwab Tires has been good to me, helpless female who knows nothing of cars. I told them my problem and then had to wait almost an hour. There was a point when I grumbled a bit, thinking I’d wasted my time. Then, my name was called and I was good to go. In fact, I was better than good. It turns out, there was a screw in my tire. If I hadn’t stopped in to have them check the tire, I would have a had a repeat performance today. I might have cried if that had happened.

6 Responses to “Slice of Life Stories”

  1. Linda Baie February 5, 2014 at 6:21 am #

    We have Discount Tires, who does the same thing, Adrienne, so helpful! I’m glad that little voice guided you to the right place! My word is “argh”!! And there are those times when triple A has helped me too. I just want the car to go, and go, and I think you know what I mean! Glad you added your slice!!

  2. Tara Smith February 5, 2014 at 6:31 am #

    This is a slice I can totally relate to, Adrienne. I live in fear of flat tires, and I have never learned to fill them (yes, I know, very pathetic…but not as pathetic as not really knowing how to pump gas – I learned to dive in New Jersey, where it is against the law to pump your own gas – truly!). Glad you got that tire checked out – nothing worse than flat tire after a long day teaching.

    • Adrienne February 5, 2014 at 7:23 am #

      We can’t pump our own gas in Oregon! I get stressed when I leave the state.

  3. elsie February 5, 2014 at 7:02 am #

    Welcome to slicing! Your blog title grabbed my attention since I’ve had basest hounds, but never two at once.
    Back to the tire story, good thing that little voice kicked in and you found the reason for the leaking tire.

  4. jhaworthoy February 5, 2014 at 7:27 am #

    Welcome to Slice of Life. I just started last year…doing the March challenge. Hope you join us. I enjoyed reading your post…I think many can relate to it…the anxiety and frustration…and things like that seem to happen most when the weather is at its worst. Glad you got the tire fixed.

  5. newtreemom February 6, 2014 at 9:13 am #

    Welcome! I wrote on Tuesday, but had no time for reading and commenting. It’s never to late to participate around here! What a tire story…glad you listened to that little voice. I would probably have talked myself out of it.

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