...and we survived on bread and water alone...

So Avery stayed the night at my mom's house last night. I went to pick her up today, hung out for a while, then headed home. I was hoping that Avery would sleep on the car ride home. She fell asleep about 30 minutes into my 40 minute drive.

At minute 32 I got a flat tire. On the freeway overpass. Bad part of town. Yeah.

I called my husband, who thankfully works in the bad part of town and wasn't far away. He got all rescue hero on me and was there in 11 minutes flat. Avery still slept soundly in her carseat as my husband took all the 'stuff' out of the trunk, got the spare tire ready for replacing, had all the tools laid out, jacked up the car.

Then he realized that the most simple tool was missing -- an Allen wrench sort of gizmo to remove the lugnut locks. We brainstormed a minute, couldn't find a solution, so he decided to drive a few miles to a VW dealership to seek help. He figured SURELY they'd have this tool there.

Twenty minutes later he returns with nothing but an aggrivated look on his face and tells me I'm going to have to drive the car to the VW dealership. They don't have the lugnut key he needs, except for their master copy, and they aren't about to let him borrow it on good faith. Too bad he didn't have Avery to leave as collateral.

Kidding.

Fortunately, I had run over a bolt, and it was still lodged in my tire, keeping most of the air in. It wasn't fun to drive on, so thankfully the dealership was literally right on the other side of the freeway.

I followed him over there, all the while listening to the bump of my tire and the wailing of the child in the carseat. Upon arrival I headed straight for the customer service waiting area, toting the diaper bag and the child.

Thank GOD I had taken the grocery store up on its offer of 2 for 1 croissants this morning. I had croissant #2 left over and it had Avery's name all over it. I was also thankful for the soda machine which had bottles of cold wonderful water for sale.

So we sat in the waiting area, croissant and water bottle to entertain the grouch child, and waited for my poor husband to change my tire directly in front of the VW service center in the rain.

Yes, you're right, it was a shitty day. I even had to endure golf on the TV in the waiting area. Bastards.

One redeeming incident was that I let Avery take a black ball-point pen and color all over the VW dealership's copy of today's newspaper. Mua hua hua. That's what they get for forgetting to include our lugnut wrench in our spare tire kit. Fuckers.