Getting Shafted on Good Friday.

Thursday night, I was at the improv comedy club here in Cleveland, and was planning on meeting a friend who was visiting in from out of town after the show. On the way home from the club, I hear a boom as I'm driving, followed by a rumbling sound. Now those of you who read this regularly know that last week, I got a flat tire on my front right wheel and bent the rim. I have been driving around on my temporary spare tire (which everyone seems to call a donut, although I find nothing sweet or tasty about it).

Being broke, I was unable to purchase a new rim and tire until payday, which was the next day. Fate was not on my side here though. The donut went flat as I traveled down Cleveland's sorry excuse for road maintenance. Not to mention where I broke down could only be described as "the hood." I think my exact words were shit, fuck, damn, piss, hell!!!!

An interesting thing happened though, or at least something I found interesting. One of the comics performing on Thursday was a racist S. O. B. So when I was stuck in a really bad area of Cleveland, I saw several cars that passed me. The only cars that would stop to see if I needed help contained African-Americans. One particular woman offered to wait with me until someone I knew could show up, as she didn't feel comfortable leaving me sitting alone in the area.

I called Triple A, and ordered a tow truck (which took over an hour to show up). I then called a friend who drove down and waited with me on the side of the road until the tow truck showed up. Car towed to a repair shop, I prepared for the following day.

Friday, I went to the repair shop, dropped my pants, bent over, grabbed my ankles and asked "how much is this going to cost me?" After two tires, a rim job (gay boys are allowed to laugh at that one), and an alignment, I was charged $283. The guy might as well have also said I needed a new flux capacitor and it would have cost me an additional 1000. I admit it...I know NOTHING about cars. For that reason, I hate going to the auto mechanic, as your are just at their mercy.

So thank you mastercard. I will have these tires paid off by the year 2027. Shit!