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So, uhhh... I went to National Tire & Battery. The last time I went there was when they still carried DieHard batteries and were an extension of Sears. Now their major bonus is that they carry the exact same tires that came with my car and they're open on Sunday.
However, they don't have that pesky problem of being able to cash my check. The dealership in Beverly had none of these problems for a check twice the size. This meant I had to apply for a store credit card. I was approved, so I was allowed to leave NTB with both my driver's license and my car. This process embarrassed and chagrined me. I am only writing about it because I am so pleased to have a sweet ride again.
Oh, and it turns out those tires belong at 28 PSI. I had recently overinflated the old ones, but they still lasted five years and hadn't blown up or anything. The lesson here is: life is a weird place and you should check your alignment more than once every few years. Oh, and call your family once a week or so and you'll feel more sane.
Other lessons: I'm kinda confused about life. Does anyone else get ridiculously self-conscious and tired of it? Since having an emotion the opposite of obnoxion is new to me, I'm wondering how to remedy it. Do y'all, like, just live with it? It seems like herpes so far -- one major attack, then the occasional flare-up. Well, that's what I heard herpes was like. Maybe it'll all go away when I feel fulfilled with my work.
Oh yeah, that. Well, I start the commute tomorrow. It'll be all sorts of sitting and passing. Maybe I'll get an iPod this week so that I can have, say, all of my music instead of six discs that skip a lot. Oh yeah, music! Oh yeah, nice tires! Oh yeah, please tell me I'm not losing my brains in a cosmic poker game.
By the way: I'm going to Long Island this weekend with an old friend. If a certain Graceful friend living a few houses south of Levitown would like to hang out, let me know.
-bring on the commutin', Dante
However, they don't have that pesky problem of being able to cash my check. The dealership in Beverly had none of these problems for a check twice the size. This meant I had to apply for a store credit card. I was approved, so I was allowed to leave NTB with both my driver's license and my car. This process embarrassed and chagrined me. I am only writing about it because I am so pleased to have a sweet ride again.
Oh, and it turns out those tires belong at 28 PSI. I had recently overinflated the old ones, but they still lasted five years and hadn't blown up or anything. The lesson here is: life is a weird place and you should check your alignment more than once every few years. Oh, and call your family once a week or so and you'll feel more sane.
Other lessons: I'm kinda confused about life. Does anyone else get ridiculously self-conscious and tired of it? Since having an emotion the opposite of obnoxion is new to me, I'm wondering how to remedy it. Do y'all, like, just live with it? It seems like herpes so far -- one major attack, then the occasional flare-up. Well, that's what I heard herpes was like. Maybe it'll all go away when I feel fulfilled with my work.
Oh yeah, that. Well, I start the commute tomorrow. It'll be all sorts of sitting and passing. Maybe I'll get an iPod this week so that I can have, say, all of my music instead of six discs that skip a lot. Oh yeah, music! Oh yeah, nice tires! Oh yeah, please tell me I'm not losing my brains in a cosmic poker game.
By the way: I'm going to Long Island this weekend with an old friend. If a certain Graceful friend living a few houses south of Levitown would like to hang out, let me know.
-bring on the commutin', Dante
