I hit a curb today and got a flat tire. The real tragedy was that I was meeting everyone for dinner after Nonfiction III and was subsequently hungry as fuck. I was rounding around a corner of a square onto Bay Street when two large tourists stepped out right in front of my car. I stopped and turned a little, hit the curb, and heard a pop. I don't actually know what happened. A valet from a hotel across the street ran up to my car and I rolled down my window.
"You got a flat tire?" He wasn't asking me, but he raised his voice at the end of the sentence enough.
"Are you serious?"
"You hit that curb?" So I pulled into East Bay Inn, called AAA, and got really angry. The whole ordeal took close to two hours and also decided to happen on the one day in May in Savannah when it decided to get cold and I had to stand outside in said cold while my tire was changed. I instantly thought the tire-changer was cute until:
Tire-changer: Whoa, how old are you?
Me: 21.
Tire-changer: Oh man, I thought you were like 17.
Everyone thinks I look 15!!! This is a great improvement, really.
Also the last Goblin Manor party occurred on Saturday. Theoretically it was bittersweet but it was actually so fucking fun.
Choice PIXXX:
GoblinManor4Ever
No comments:
Post a Comment