I had an eventful Saturday. For those of you who haven't heard, someone decided that using a knife to put holes in the sides of all four of my car tires were the best way to get across their point. Sadly whomever did this failed to tell me what the point was. I didn't even realize there were all flat until later!
Full story: I got home just after midnight from dancing and a store run. After receiving a text asking if I was "still around" I got ready for bed. (I mention the texter, guy number 2, due to a second text 24 minutes later telling me he "just got home" to Ogden from Murray...it takes me that long to get to Farmington! Ah well.) Four hours later, I was out to door, greeted with about 3" of fresh snow. Brushing off my car, I hopped in and got ready to head out to the temple. For a brief moment I wondered it my seat had been lowered, which I can't do, but figured I was a bit tired. The real kicker was when I tried to drive out it felt like I had my parking break on. I opened the door and noticed my front tire was flat. Yuck!
Rather than be late due to changing a tire I ran inside and asked Toni, my roommate, to give a ride in. 4:30 am, and not a word of complaint! Angel, I'm telling you, God sends me angels. Brushing off her car the second flat (same side as the first) was noticed by me. Probably the weather change, they are old tires due to die on me at any moment anyways.
I like serving at the temple. I was suppose to help organize the shift that day as the normal supervisior was gone, but she'd asked me and another girl to do it. No worries. I got a ride home with one sister that lives just down the street from me. She's the one who noticed the second side of the car had flats too. We got out of the car and looked at it. Maybe the weight of the car had cause it to go flat was her thought after seeing a strip of rubber that was the source of one flat tire. I doubted it (Really!?!). Looking at the other ones it became pretty clear that the sides had been punctured by a 1" blade. My car was the only one that it happened to. Luckily we'd seen several cop cars nearby, so she drove me a block away and dropped me off. I got the number for disbatch, and called them.
The police officer was great. He asked if I could think of anyone, but other than odd texts at midnight, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Now, let me explain a few facts. I've now learned that upset former boyfriends tend to let air out of tires or arrange nails to punture them, frustrated theives usuallly slash one tire, punk kids may do two, but if you must have really made someone mad for someone to be vendictive enough for all four tires to be attacked. I've still no clue as to who it could be. Even the officer said I didn't seem like the personality that makes a lot of enemies. (I laughed at the whole situation most of the day.) Whomever did this doesn't know me well if this is suppose to teach me something or get me to change. Especially without a clue as to what lesson or change needs to occure.
Well, Tanner came down for breakfast at noon, then slept on my bed while I called places to get old tires. One Discount Tire salesman managed to get the "I can get you new tires for..." before I could stop him. He actually quoted me a price near the cost of used tires. I told him it'd be all four and he dropped the price more. Appointment made I just had to get Mom to call AAA for a tow truck!
In the meantime, Tanner and I went to check out a KSL Car. I'd looked right after the cop had come by. The thought was along the lines of: you just need to get on this and buy a car, it's time. It's a great Mazda 3, hatchback, automatic shift (I'd prefer manual) that I opted to test drive. Got Mom, dropped off Tanner, and made it back to my house right as the flat bed showed up! Even the Tow truck guy was mad in my defense. He offered to do something about if I knew who it was. Funny man.
We got down to the tire shop right when I thought we would. They were ready and got it in the shop, tires on, and me out the door ASAP. The tow guy was impressed with how quick they were to get it in and up off the floor. The tire guys half joked if I'd gotten the tires slashed, and I said I did. That it was true or that I laughed when I said it seemed to suprise them. Everyone was so helpful.
Even my date that night. He called to let me know he'd be 30 minutes later than originally planned. I had just enough time to get dolled up for a military ball.
Over all, I was lucky on Saturday. Someone destroyed some very old tires, but nothing else on my car, or the block, was harmed. I found wonderful people to help all day long. I even had the car guy call me back to say someone had a possible offer for him, and that if I offered $1 more he'd sell me the car instead. So I have new tires, and am off to get a new car today!
What an blessed interesting weekend!
