Greek God of Flats

Receiving a pity gift from The Universe is totally different from making a deal with The Devil. Thankfully the former is how I came by my Mercedes convertible.

The car has been an absolute blast so far, but all the Eeyores keep telling me how expensive everything will be to fix- as if the car will constantly be in a state of disrepair. It's not a Fiat, Eeyore! However, today I met with my first "issue."

This morning (my morning- not regular people's morning) I got a phone call from my neighbor forewarning me that I had a very flat tire. I knew that I wasn't going to change the tire (sorry, Dad.) I made a call to make sure that I had not canceled my roadside assistance during my cost cutting maneuvers (hadn't.)

After I called the tow company a very nice, young, attractive fellow named of all things, Adonis, came & took care of the whole business. Turns out I have a collapsible/inflatable spare tire in my trunk (space saver.) Under there is also a compressor to blow it up, a special jack, a sheet of plastic tidily rolled up & ready to place on the ground so as not to soil your fancy Mercedes driving clothes by kneeling on the ground changing your elitist brand of tire. Plus, a first aid kit and a delicious strudel. Those Germans think of everything! I wondered if I had a Ferrari instead- would there just be a bottle of Chianti in the trunk?

The car came to me with reeeeeeeeally expensive tires on it, but I was told tonight that all that is a bunch of bullshitzel & that I don't need them which is a relief & will save me in the neighborhood of a billion dollars.

Eeyore, are you sure you don't want to go for a ride? Think how good your droopy ears would feel blowing in the breeze and the sunshine.