One has to have a man come change a flat tire.
This is according to a five minute lecture last night (thanks to me asking for a tire iron instead of a lug wrench for Christmas) from my grandmother. Because a lug wrench...why do I need a lug wrench? Never mind that I don't have one.
See, my grandfather figured out I'd asked for the wrong thing. The phone call was made to verify what I did need. Somehow my grandmother got to wondering why I needed a lug wrench. I pointed out that I have AAA, but if they're going to be 2 hours, I'll just change it myself instead of waiting. It's a tire. Give me my moments of pretending to be the over the wall guy on Kasey Kahne's pit crew, okay?
She starts with how, if I get a flat tire, I need to call my dad to come change it. Um, I am NOT having dad get off work to change a tire for me. What the hell? She follows that up with "Don't you have any male friends to change it?" Oh my god. Five minutes of "The world is dangerous!" "You are a girl!" "Men should do that!" *headdesk*
I finished it up with "I don't NEED a man to take care of me." And a promise to call the cops should I ever get a flat (like hell am I calling the cops - the woman is nuts).
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On a lighter note, the NASCAR Slash Generator is amusing me. Paul Menard/Jeremy Mayfield? Brian Vickers/Dale Jarrett? Brian Vickers/Matt Kenseth? Okay, why does it keep giving me Vickers? It knows that the kid is starting to grow on me, doesn't it. *screams* Ricky Rudd/Doug Richert! Hee! Crap. My eyes! (Bobby Labonte/Jeff Hammond) Wait, I just got the best one yet...Ryan Newman/Robby Gordon. Hee!
*squeals* Dale Earnhardt Jr./Kenny Wallace!