Haha... I'm sorta proud of that title... I'm so catchy. This morning was a terrible morning. I was trying to load Jenny's bike into my mom's truck this morning. Not fun. First I try to get the bike into the quad part of the cab. Yah, let's just say it didn't fit and my blood pressure rose. It also didn't help that somehow in all this struggle I managed to make the front tire rub on something so it wouldn't turn anymore. Then I open up the bed of the truck. They have one of those covers that lock right ontop of the bed, so of course, if anything is taller or wider than the top of the bed, it won't fit. So there I am struggling with the damn bike, all while in my pretty pink shirt and business casual shoes and pants. So I finally get it in. Now the topper... as I was pulling out my right mirror hit the side of the garage. I'm already pissed and my mom sticks her head into the garage and yells... "what did you hit?" me, "It was the mirror on the side and it didn't hurt anything so don't give me shit, I'm having a bad morning as it is!"
Then I got to work, and we had to take it out. Theresa asked if I could use the truck to pick up shelving. At least this time she got it out, fixed the tire, and wheeled it into my office.
So this afternoon I go to the bike shop to pick up MY bike. The guy was super nice and taught me how to take off the front tire! Woo hoo... it fits so nicely now in the car. I was all impressed and feeliing like a pro... "hey, do you know how to pop off the front tire of a bike?" Well I felt less special when everyone I asked already knew how. But Heidi seemed impressed.
Posted by tricia at July 21, 2004 05:22 PMI'm glad you appreciate the effort it took to get that thing down the stairs, into the truck, and then out of the truck at the gas station and back in... all in less than an hour. I timed it. I bet Mom I'd be back before GH started.
Posted by: omouse at July 26, 2004 07:35 AM