The Ride

Well, it started with dropping Elisabeth off at school. That in itself is pretty normal. But halfway home, I hear a loud bang followed but a continuous rumble. Thinking it is the semi-truck to my right, I continue on for a bit. But a few seconds later, I notice that the truck has exited the highway and I realize that it is my car making the noise. Pulling off, I confirm that I indeed have a flat tire.

I call W and tell him what has happened. He tells me to call AAA but when I do they tell me that I am not on his policy and they are unable to talk to me. When I him back, he assures me that he will call and make sure that someone is headed my way. I sit for about 15 minutes and then call to see the status. W says that it will be an hour to an hour and a half wait before AAA can get to me. Seriously?!?! It can't be that busy on a Monday morning after 8:00 am. Thankfully, W is thinking ahead of me and has called Owasso's finest to help me out. Grateful that there is a DVD player in the car to occupy the boys, we wait.

It isn't long before two kind uniformed men arrive. One attempts to extricate the tiny spare and other to get the jack to lift the vehicle. Both are unsuccessful. However, they have called a tow truck to take us to the tire store for a replacement. To the boys' delight, there wasn't room for all three of us in the tow truck... which put each of them in the front seat of a police car. Neither of the boys were frightened of being alone in the car without mom. So while mom rides in the big, bumpy tow truck, the boys get an up-close view of all the bells and whistles ... definitely something that they are still talking about and I am sure I will for some time.