"
Are you sure you don't have enemies?"
What?
The guy is half laughing and half serious. I shake my head and quickly
answer back:
"'
No way....no....I don't think
so.....no......really...WHY??"
Antecedent:
Monday i was driving to work.
It was raining.
Monday morning traffic rush is not a good moment to get stuck in your car still half sleeping and in
need of a gigantic powerful caffeine kick a la Tyson in the brain.
So when at the red light i noticed this guy looking at me from his
pick up I thought:
"Great. Just what i need. A four wheel peeping tom"
I turned my head to the left but when i looked again to my right he was still
there, moving his lips like in....
"
Y-o-u-h-a-v-e-a-f-l-a-t-t-i-r-e"
Y-o-u-h-a-v-e-a-w-h-a-t ....a ....flat tire?????
How is that possible?
Only Saturday I had brought the car at Wal Mart for her check up and they
had taken care of the tires too.
Everything looked fined.
And now this???
I thanked the guy, nodding vigorously and widely smiling, showing him the
thumb up. How nice of him, after all. He smiled back and sprinted ahead.
Now i needed to find a place to fix that horror.
While driving and looking around i called my Nazi boss to tell her that no way i would have made it in time.
I have a flat tire, sistah...not a fake excuse here.
Luckily, in the midst of that shittiness i noticed a car center, not that far from my office.
I drove there and i parked in front of the big garage.
A short, young guy walked to me and i explained him the situation.
He bent over to the right tire and shook his head.
No good, i thought.
He proceeded to check the other front tire and again, big shaking head motion.
Oh, no, this is twice no good, i thought again.
And there it was when he asked half serious and half joking:
"
Do you have enemies?"
Yep, because i had not one BUT two flat tires, both showing two pretty nasty big nails deeply implanted in them..
The kind you have to shoot in, he seemed to imply.
"Did you drive maybe in a rough construction area?"
Uhmm, nope.
Therefore, i might have had somebody who loved firing nails in my tires.
Now.... i am a nice person.
Most of the time.
Sure, you migth catch me in a grumpy mood here and there, sure i might
not be a chirpy morning person when i meet you up and down the stairs
going to work, sure i might also give you a Medusa look if you do or
say something i don;t appreciate in my close vicinity.
But, generally, i am a nice person. Just Saturday, at Wal Mart, grocery
shopping while waiting for my car to be checked, i helped an old lady
finding the cookies aisle. She was wandering helplessly and couldn't
just find the vanilla wafers so I escorted her to Aisle 7, cookies and
chips.
I don't think i deserve two nails stuck in my tires, people.
Thank you very much, car center guy.....now i have this creepy, chilling, fastidious bug in my brain..
Since my car has been parked most of the week end in front of my
building and i didn't drive in any war zone kind of road Sunday.... ..i
have a suspect..
It must have been somebody living in my same complex.
And the time frame of the tire shooting must have been somewhere during Sunday.
Maybe i really have a hater, an enemy, a stalker, a idiot who likes
sticking huge nails in people's tires.... maybe it will happen again....where is Sherlock when you need him?
At least....if my flat tire had happened like in Rocky Horror Pictures Show.... it would have been a lot more interesting.....lol...
After all......you know.....it was raining Monday morning, like in the movie....i had a flat tire, like in the movie.....but my mechanic was not satanic at all and no way i met my sweet transvestite, transsexual, Transylvanian ....lol....
Maybe next time....;-p