Want to go for a ride? Huh? Because I have four round new tires, and I feel like driving around.
Yeah, except that Iím a little low on gas, and I donít feel like fighting the Friday afternoon traffic if it means getting to a gas station before I can go anywhere. On my way back from the Saturn dealer today, I was tempted to turn left and head to the shops to pick up some holiday items I still need. Instead I turned right and went to the post office and then came on home.
It happened that I picked up my car, with its new tires, at just about the time school was getting out, so there were lots of other cars clogging the streets. My post office is across the street from the middle school, and it took me so long to drive two blocks, with kids streaming across the street, that I was happy to drive home and into my garage, where I could admire my nice, round tires.
When I took the car in this morning, I told the friendly folks at Saturn service that I hated my tires. Maybe that was going to far, but they insisted that they would check to see if I had a leak, as I suspected. I didnít, but the tread was worn enough on all four that they suggested I replace them. I had no problem with that, not just because I hated my old tires, but also because Iíve been with these people for so long that I trust them to tell me the truth, and to do things right. So I gave them the okay.
Then I called the Boss, and by the time that conversation was over he was insisting on paying for my new tires.