On Tuesday, the boys and I left the house for 2 quick errands. First, we needed to go to the bank, sending a deposit up the clear tube of neverending fascination. Then, we were to head to the grocery store for a short list of items. Short and sweet. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and we headed out.
Step one, Wachovia. So far, so good. While sitting in the line at Wachovia, we all three realized that we were starving. My belly said that I had to eat right then, so I decided that we would hit Arby's for a quick snack before heading to the store. No problem. Arby's is right across the street. The boys split an order of chicken nuggets, which we put into cups to reduce the chance of spillage. They sat with their nugget-cups and lemonade as we exited the parking lot to go right down the street to the store. This is when things all started to go downhill.
As soon as I put their nuggets into Arby's cups, I sensed the silliness from the backseat. Chicken in a cup? I almost drank my chicken! I need a straw to drink my chicken! And so on. I took a left out of the parking lot, heading for the grocery store. In all the nugget furvor, Addison shook his cup, sending nuggets flying. I quickly pulled into the nearest parking lot so Addison could retrieve his food. Buckled up once again, we left the parking lot. Within seconds, Addison's lemonade hit the floor. It was a slow leak, so I pulled into the NEXT parking lot, clipping the curb on my way in. I righted the cup, secured all items in the safest locations that I could find, counted to ten, and drove through the parking lot to get out at the light.
Well, before I could make it, I noticed something was not right. I had a flat tire. Not just a little flat tire... a split in the side had rendered it unable to hold even a little air. Two nice people came out of the strip mall to help, but the spare it in the stupidest spot... directly under the front row seats. Yuck. I called my roadside assistance and waited for the tow truck.
The boys sat in the van and colored while we waited. The tow truck came and the boys ate it up. Something about boys and tow trucks. Addison said multiple times that this was the coolest day EVER! The tow truck got us all loaded up and drove us back up the road to Patrick's Garage, which happened to be basically across the street from Wachovia. The tire was changed and all was well. But, our little quick trip took hours and hours. All of this madness happened on the equivelant of about 4-5 blocks. Ridiculous.
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Unfortunately Kaeden has ridden in a tow truck as well. All of our gauges went to zero on I-85 on the way home from the beach last year. Fortunately we were able to exit and park at a gas station to call a tow service. That was probably the longest day of my life!!!!
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