I shouldn’t ignore the evidence I have just been presented with. The time has arrived for me to stop playing with sharp objects or fooling myself that I can still be trusted to make decisions.
Yesterday morning I left home in Derby to drive to work. As I pulled out onto the busy London Road and accelerated to match the speed of all the other joyful commuters, I heard …. Fwappa Fwappa Fwappa Fwappa ……. Immediately I recognised the sound of a flat tyre. BUGGER! I cheerfully chortled.
Ahead of me was a queue of traffic sitting at temporary traffic lights, I didn’t want to sit in that so I turned off into the first side street I saw. It wasn’t wide but the pavement was, so I pulled up onto it to get completely off the road.
Now to explain the outcome of this story I can only imagine that the challenge of: -
being 15 miles from work.
not wearing my scrabbling around with a dirty wheel suit.
realising that I needed to call AA.
also work then try and guess which of my clients would need putting off
……………….was all simply too much for my forty sixteen year old brain.
I couldn’t find my membership card, I couldn’t tell them exactly where I was, then I found it impossible to work out how many of my appointments needed cancelling.
Eventually I managed to explain to the AA about my punctured clients and explain to work that it was flat, everything had gone flat.
The puzzled mister at The AA said it would take about 45 minutes to get to me. I sat in my car and gazed around me. On the other side of the road was Wickes with a large car park which sported a burger bar. I decided I deserved a polystyrene cup of brown and a bacon butty. I locked the car and strolled across in order to partake of their bounteous fayre.
Whilst grimacing at the warm brown and cheerfully dripping tinned tomato down my shirt my mobile warbled at me. I read the text, it announced that he was on his way and expected to be with me soon.
Looking around to ensure I could see both directions the yellow angel of support could arrive from I noticed with some interest that I had parked my car on the forecourt of Quickfit, who were at this moment opening their large shutter doors and wondering what numpty had abandoned his car right across the access to their workshop.
should have gone to specsavers init !!
You can talk, have you looked at the skinny bint you’re with? You could hurt yourself on those hip bones lol.