Oh my what a morning, I am just having no luck. The most inconvenient occurrences are plaguing me.
I got in the car, to head to work this morning and was puttering along without a care in the world, when I realised…my littlest pinky finger was bleeding from multiple locations! How did this fate befall me? Where did I sustain such life threatening injuries? I have played out the mornings activities over and over in my head, trying to locate the cause of my inflictions, and I have come up empty handed (seriously, major blood loss to that pinky bro). The only possible explanation that comes to mind is those pesky mini ninja folk hiding in the keyholes of the front door. Obviously, when I was locking up they saw their opportunity to finally unleash their wrath on me. Swords and ninja stars, tiny as they may be, flew with such force against my pinky finger, drawing blood and instilling a mild stinging sensation.
So I get to work and stem the bleeding, apply the most inconvenient and unsticky sticky plaster and vow revenge on the keyhole ninjas. I thought I was safe here at work, away from them, for a short while.
Apparently not.
I went to get the mail from the post office and it became clear the keyhole ninjas had come for the ride and were now loitering in my tyre threads waiting for the prime opportunity to strike. That opportunity came and my tyre deflated. I’ve never had a flat tyre before, it was a new experience. I wonder how many flat tyres the ninjas have induced in their time…thousands I suspect. There was one thing they didn’t take into account though. I had a spare.
Not that I knew what to do with it. I knew they were somehow meant to switcheroo and then I’d have a not flat tyre on the wheel and a flat tyre in the boot. The sequence of events in between? That’s a mystery. That’s like asking how does corn turn into poppa jacks? No one really knows..
Except it’s different, because most people know.
Except me.
BUT THATS OKAY! Why? Because I have a friendly smile and a chirpy manner. And friendly gardeners at work. Friendly and talented gardeners, who know a lot, about gardening and maintenance, car maintenance even. One thing which they know about VERY well, is the process of changing a tyre. Not only was I offered a full tyre changing service, I was also given a run down on safety precautions which should be strictly adhered to until a full strength tyre could be reinstated. All of this and then POOF the gardeners disappear, before I can give them a thankful coffee. It seems gardeners are the balancing force. The light side, as opposed to those keyhole ninjas from the dark side. Once the ninjas had been eradicated, so too must the gardeners disappear, to maintain a neutral balance in the universe.
Wheel alignment is the next step, after a new tyre that is.
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