I shouldn't have gotten up today.
Today I drove over an unseen pothole and subsequently got a flat tyre. I was not too far from a Midas car servicing place, so I drove as far as I could, and pulled into a little slip road very close by and stopped. By this time the tyre was totally flat and I didn't want to drive on my rims. I couldn't have made it to the auto place, but a 30 second walk wasn't going to hurt me.
I walked the 30 seconds up the the autoshop and made my way into reception where I explained very politely ' My car has broken down with a flat tyre just a few meters around the corner, is there any chance someone can come and help me as I don't know how to change a tyre.' The man told me to hold on a moment, and he walked off to go and speak to someone.
An older man whom I assume was the manager came came into the reception and told me 'sorry we can't help you, we're not insured if my staff leave the shop'.
'But it's only 30 seconds walk around the corner' I explained. The man just shook his head and proceeded to tell me the guys up at some other autoshop all the way in Freo might help me.
I was absolutely stunned. Seriously, no one will help me? Nope, not a soul. No offer to use the phone, no offer to give me a lift up into Fremantle, just 'we can't help you, can't you be someone elses problem, go away.'
At this point I call Tony not knowing what to do. I decided to call the RAC and just pay the extra for 'on the go' membership. He gives me the number, I hang up and try to call. MY PHONE WON'T WORK. FUCK! I keep trying for the next 15 minutes, nothing. I can't call work and tell them I have a flat tyre, I can't call the RAC, I can't try and call my Dad to see if he's home, I am stranded.
In the end I left my car and caught the train to work. Tony later came to change the flat tyre.
I am still totally dumb founded that MIDAS Autoshop in North Fremantle would not help me. As I finally drove home I read their sign 'Friendly local service'. I don't fucking think so. Wankers.
2 Comments:
Ohhh, when Tony was telling me about your bad luck I thought you'd asked at a service station, where anyone there is basically a checkout chick. But at a car service place?! That's disgusting!
Last time I got a flat tyre, (from hitting the kerb when swerving to avoid an accident), I had to get Mark to come out in the rain. I actually had it all figured out, then wasn't strong enough to get the wheel nuts off :(
That was my exact problem too, I've tried to do it before, my Dad was determined to teach me once, and exactly that, I couldn't get the bolts undone. Also I have the fear of not putting the new tyre on tight enough and it coming off. Best left to someone stronger than me I think.
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