And the only reason this really matters is that there’s no one there to tell me to rotate my tires, or remind me that my tires need to be replaced.
These are the things I simply don’t think about.
It’s not that I’m an oblivious female – I can change a tire as well as change my own motor oil.
There are just some things I DON’T think about unless they’re staring me in the face.
Tires being one of them.
One of the reasons boyfriends EXIST is to tell their girlfriends these things.
I’ll never forget when my boyfriend Luke asked me when was the last time I packed the ball bearings on my trailer.
The answer wasn’t NEVER, it was “the last time I got the trailer serviced a few years ago.”
He proceeded to scold me and then he packed and greased my ball bearings.
No, that’s not a euphemism for sex.
It means he worked on my trailer for me.
I’ve decided that I need a boyfriend for all these GUY THINGS I don’t think about – packing ball bearings, putting air in my tires, replacing my tires BEFORE they go thread bare, etc.
So I’m interviewing.
Must know cars (trucks preferred).
P.S. I must give a shout out to my cousin Travis who took a look at my tires a few weeks ago and told me they needed to be replaced. Badly.