Saturday, July 12, 2008

Screw Job

On my way from my work to Dillon's work yesterday, I felt funny about my car. I thought it was my transmission for some reason, but I knew something wasn't right.

When I got Dillon, just before I got into the car, I noticed a large wood screw sticking out of the rear passenger wheel. It was out about an inch with the head broken off by me driving on it. Thankfully, the tire was still full of air. The angle suggested I backed over it. The last time I backed up was leaving my work parking lot.

Dillon said, "Does someone at work have it out for you?" I told him I was thinking the same thing. Then he said, "That's what they call a 'screw-job.'"

"Really?!" I said. I was all on board. It totally made sense.

"No," he said laughing at me. Rude.

We were able to make it down the road to Les Schwab just fine. They patched it quickly and inexpensively, then we were on our way.

I am thankful that I had the feeling that something was wrong. I usually don't have a keen eye, but was on the lookout because of my prompting. Now I just need to find out who at work has it out for me... Oh, the list is getting so long....


mamahawk said...

Yet, maybe you just backed up over a screw!

Miss Heather said...

It wasn't MEE!! I LUV YOU!!!