{this isn't my tire}This past Saturday, the most unexpected thing happened to my tire. It blew. On my way home from Einstein bagels (delicious), by myself. I drove (slowly) the remaining .5 mile back to FMIL's house, where Mr. SE came to my rescue. He was out golfing with a friend, but finished up quick and did the most hunky hunky thing. He changed my tire! Maybe it's not that big of a deal to you, but I think it's super cool to see that my man can do such a thing.
So with the spare intact, off we drove to Costco. (thank you Dad for getting my tires here so I didn't have to pay full price). There went a large chunk of my beautiful Saturday.
*In response to some less-than-favorable comments, I'd like to add that I read the manual and do know how to change a tire. But for the life of me, couldn't get the lug nuts loose on my blown wheel. I didn't assume that I was a sexy damsel in distress, and it was 2pm when I waited for Mr. SE, in the cul de sac of his neighborhood*
6 Wonderful Comments:
You couldn't pass drivers ed in my state unless you could change a tire... but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't mind someone doing it for me :)
Hahah LOVE IT (: I couldn't change a spare tire if my life depended on it. I've even been taught a handful of times, I just could never do it!
Dang...that is a hunky thing to do for sure! I don't know how to change a tire...Florida really doesn't make you do anything to pass that darn driving test - you don't even have to parallel park!
Girl! Learn how to change your own tire! It's def a hunky thing to watch and I'm all about having a guy do it if I have the option, but take it from someone who blew out four tires in one year (junior year of high school), it's not always possible to make it home or get in touch with would-be heroes, and it's not sexy to be standing on the side of the road all vulnerable and alone afraid someone whose attention you don't want might pull over to "help" you.
I'm still scarred, obvs! Sorry to be a debbie downer!
I can't change a tire. But I have AAA and maybe someday I'll learn. Either way, I love watching Mr. Smith do manly things. Even mowing the yard. :)
Awww you poor thing - that could have been an awful accident - thank goodness you were ok!
My dad made me learn how to change a tire when I *borrowed* his new car (while I was grounded) and took it out with some friends.. got a flat tire.. & had to call him to come get me. He was LESS than pleased.. & to teach me a lesson.. I had to take the tire off and on 10 times. It sucked.
Good thing you don't need "would-be-heroes". You know how to change a tire - & I am sure if you were in a situation where it were life or death, you would have done so.
Don't let Debbie get you down! If her manicure were half as nice as yours.. she'd understand why you called that hot soon-to-be hubs of yours.
xoox
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