Listen to this.
This light has been on in my car for… oh, probably months. It looks like this (!) and apparently that symbol is supposed to represent a tire? Don’t ask me to explain how that looks like a tire. Because to me, it pretty much looks like an exclamation point in parentheses.
You should also know I know nothing about cars. No, really. Nothing. So when this little
exclamation point tire light came on, I employed the advice of the men in my life. Because men know everything about cars. Note that the previous statement is completely incorrect and I’m about to prove it.
Want to know what they told me? That that light wasn’t a big deal. That the pressure in your tires is constantly changing. That I should just ignore it.
Flash forward to Monday evening. When I’ve been awake since 5 AM, sat in the sun for three and a half hours and watched the Rockies get beat 7-0 on Opening Day. All I want is sleep, food and shade. I’m on my way to meet my family to have dinner in Louisville, I turn a corner and poof! I’ve never gotten a flat tire before, but let me tell you, when you do get one, there’s absolutely no mistaking what it is.
Thank goodness Joey knows how to change a flat, because like I said, I know nothing about cars.
And to make a long story short. Apparently men don’t always know either.
Except maybe when it comes to changing a flat.