Today after a hot and sweaty workout I went and checked the pressure of my Betsy's tyres - for those who have no idea what "my Betsy" is it's my good ol' 1988 Toyota Camry car (most people laugh when I tell them the name of my car, but Betsy doesn't get offended) - anyway, as I tried inflating air into my tyres I noticed that the air hose wasn't working - nothing was coming out!?
I tried wiggling the hose, tightening the ends, trying all sorts of stuff on it, but for the life of me the stupid thing just wouldn't work.
As I stood to make my way to inform the staff about the problem a car full of chics rocks up and parks in an adjacent bay.
"It's stuffed," I said pointing to the hose as the blonde hopped out of the car, "I'll go and see if the staff know anything about it."
I don't know whether the blonde registered what I had said, or whether I was talking in her tongue, because when I came back with a staff member she was using the air hose on her tyres!
Or should I say "trying" to use the air hose on her tyres.
As her back tyre deflated from the lack of pressure on the hoses' end she stood up stared at her new predicament and for a moment there I thought to myself,
She probably thinks she sucked the air of the tyre!
But perhaps the crazy thing that this blonde did was proceed to the next tyre to see if she could perform that "magic trick" again!
If I had taken 5 minutes more to grab someone from the store I would swear that the blonde would have deflated all 4 of her tyres to the ground and driven off!
But as luck would have it the staff woman and I came to the air hose area before sje could do any more damage and the staff lady asked the blonde if she could see the hose.
"Oh, I'm nearly done," said the blonde.
"Apparently it's busted," said the staff chic.
She looked at me and the staff lady a little puzzled and said,
"I thought it was doing something weird, but I was going to test it on the other tyre to see whether I wasn't just seeing things."
I had to laugh.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it back.
I tried muffling it, but the best I could do was turn away and rub my mouth with my hands.
Another blonde moment.
As the story would end, the staff lady took the air hose and tested it using sophisticated wiggling techniques that I had done only moments before.
"Yep, it's buggered," she announced.
It was official now.
The staff lady told the blonde that they were going to have to drive to another local petrol station to get air, but after looking at the damage done to the back tyre of the blonde's car I asked if she had a spare tyre to replace the now deflated one.
"No," said replied promptly, "and that's why I'm here silly."
Before I could mention the likely hazards of driving with a flat tyre and offering a hand to help the blonde she sped off with her brunette friends to the nearest petrol station down the road.
5 hours ago