How Many Realtors Does It Take To Change A Flat Tire?
Tags: Shayna & Maggie's Excellent Adventure
It takes 2 realtors, an office assistant and the guy in the car detail shop across the street. I can say that with certainty. Shayna blew the tire on her aunt's car in that mongo pothole in the parking lot coming into the plaza at Shopper's Drug and Sobey's.
When Shayna started giggling and not saying much I figured she might need a hand with the job, which she did. First, I told her to get out the jack and spare tire. She needed to look at the manual for that. I reached in and pulled it out. The jack. She yanked out the spare. Next, I pried off the twisted & bent hubcap while Dale yelled at me that I was bending it - too late, Dale, it was already twisted & bent. That's kaput. She drove on the flat tire.
I told her we needed to figure out where the jack goes under the chassis. I don't think she got that. First, she had to loosen the lug nuts while the flat tire was firmly anchored to the ground. Those things can spin if they are jacked up and then you have more of a challenge getting the lugnuts loose. She got 2 or 3 loose, then Dale jumped in to work on the others but all he managed to do was make his face turn red.
The lugnuts were quite rusty so I suggested we use WD40 so off we went to search the office for some. No luck. I looked across the street and saw the Strait Car Care. Shayna and I strolled over there and asked the guy if he had any WD40 to help our cause. The guy picked up a can of it and walked over to the car with us. Then he picked up the tire iron, put it on the lug nut, gave it a quick stomp with his foot and - voila! - it came loose. What a guy. He had that tire changed in the wink of an eye. There's nothing like watching a professional doing his job well. He did it without us having to ask and he did it with a smile. Shayna bought him beer. All is well. We damsels luuuuurv guys who change tires for us.
Click on the link to see what happens when you ask a guy for a few squirts of lubricating oil.
It takes 2 realtors, an office assistant and the guy in the car detail shop across the street. I can say that with certainty. Shayna blew the tire on her aunt's car in that mongo pothole in the parking lot coming into the plaza at Shopper's Drug and Sobey's.
When Shayna started giggling and not saying much I figured she might need a hand with the job, which she did. First, I told her to get out the jack and spare tire. She needed to look at the manual for that. I reached in and pulled it out. The jack. She yanked out the spare. Next, I pried off the twisted & bent hubcap while Dale yelled at me that I was bending it - too late, Dale, it was already twisted & bent. That's kaput. She drove on the flat tire.
I told her we needed to figure out where the jack goes under the chassis. I don't think she got that. First, she had to loosen the lug nuts while the flat tire was firmly anchored to the ground. Those things can spin if they are jacked up and then you have more of a challenge getting the lugnuts loose. She got 2 or 3 loose, then Dale jumped in to work on the others but all he managed to do was make his face turn red.
The lugnuts were quite rusty so I suggested we use WD40 so off we went to search the office for some. No luck. I looked across the street and saw the Strait Car Care. Shayna and I strolled over there and asked the guy if he had any WD40 to help our cause. The guy picked up a can of it and walked over to the car with us. Then he picked up the tire iron, put it on the lug nut, gave it a quick stomp with his foot and - voila! - it came loose. What a guy. He had that tire changed in the wink of an eye. There's nothing like watching a professional doing his job well. He did it without us having to ask and he did it with a smile. Shayna bought him beer. All is well. We damsels luuuuurv guys who change tires for us.
Click on the link to see what happens when you ask a guy for a few squirts of lubricating oil.
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