It is a wonderful night for a flat tire. I love the way it brings me perspective. I don't think I ever understood windchill until the car tells me it is 44 degrees out and the wind has me seriously thinking it was 29 degrees out. It is a cosmic requirement for me to have a flat tire when I am least appropriately dressed. High heels, dress slacks, thin jacket and a shell top is the opposite of what a person should wear to change a tire.
This experience has made me understand why in post apocalyptic films, the clothing looks like it was randomized out of yard sale rejects. It always bugged me that it seems like they don't even try to have anything that remotely goes together in those types of movies. As the wind ripped through the thin jacket and shell I was wearing, I searched my car for any sort of additional clothing I could find. Search results yielded a spring green tunic vest and a burnt orange crayon colored wrap. They clashed horribly with the cheerful crocus colored shell and eggplant jacket, but I didn't really care. Fashion could take a hike when you are cold.
Thankfully my flat tire was in the parking lot of my work and one of my coworkers stuck around until my husband showed up. Between the two of us, we had the spare tire out, the car jacked up and we were getting ready to take lug nuts off by the time my husband pulled in. (Jamie is awesome, and we had that accomplished in maybe 10 minutes.) Despite my husband saying that we did the hard part of getting the jack set up, he did the truly hard part of getting the lug nuts off. I think removing the lug nuts is the hardest part of getting the tire off and he did it like a pro. He is a hero. Jamie is a heroine. I am that weird person that cracks terrible jokes when faced with adversity and doesn't lose their cool. (Also wind chill is bull shit.)
Thank you Jon and Jamie for not letting me become a weird pre-apocalyptic desert wanderer with bad fashion sense!
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