Twenty-Something Resolution, Week Two

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Some weeks will be naturally full of new things, some weeks I will have to look for new things to try, and some weeks will have new things thrust upon them.
This week has been thrusted upon.

I've had a slow leak in my tire for a few weeks.  I asked my dad to look at it, and he didn't see anything.  He even took it to Sam's for me, but didn't have them inspect it properly (because it was a 45 min wait).  He just told me to put air in it every once in a while, and then when it's time to get new tires, all will be well.

Except he was wrong.  Which, admittedly, doesn't happen often.  I noticed on Thursday evening after work that the tire had leaked some air - about 7 PSI below its recommended amount of air.  So, I made plans for the next morning to get a bit of air in it at the Goodyear service center conveniently located on my way to work.  While I was there, the gentleman who filled it informed me of a nail in the tire.  Here's the photo evidence:

It's small, but enough to cause a leak, and too close to the sidewall to repair.  The prognosis was not good.  I had to buy a new tire.

After a stressful day of adulting, I decided to buy one new tire at Goodyear.  The next morning, when I arrived at my Goodyear appointment, I thought all would be well, just get my new tire and go, end of story.  However, NOTHING is ever that simple for me.  The men at Goodyear put a new tire on to replace the original, and while they were routinely checking the other tires, lo and behold, ANOTHER NAIL!!  In ANOTHER TIRE!!  And guess what else?  It was also too close to the sidewall to repair.  I didn't take a picture, but I did make him take me back and show me, just to be sure.  He then told me my back two tires were worn, but I trust my daddy, who said they were fine for a little longer.  Long story short, I now have two new Goodyear tires and hole the size of $269 in my bank account.

I called my parents (even though I'm adult, I like to get some wisdom!) and mom decided that the guy probably put the second nail in himself just to take advantage of me because I'm young and a woman.  I, on the other hand, am more like Dumbledore and I always see the best in people.  Either way, once the nail was there I had no choice.  So, I sat in the waiting room, knitting, mourning the loss of my money, and hoping for Peter Pan to come take me to Neverland where I won't have to grow up.

Fun times.