Clearly, my father has lost his mind.

As 2007 continues to be the year my life totally blows... it only figures that I got a flat tire yesterday. So on Monday (my worst and busiest day of the week) I get to add that chore to my to-do list.
I changed the tire yesterday - but with my string of luck and the fact that my spare is now already in use - I am positive I will get another flat before I can get to the tire place.
So I called my dad to tell him about the incident and here's how that went...

Me: Um, I need to know when the tire place opens on Monday.

Him: Why what happened? Don't touch those tires! They have nitrogen in them... just leave them alone!

Me: Yeah, well I have a flat tire... so...

Him: Oh you are kidding! Nobody gets flat tires anymore. The technology of tires these days...

Me: (cutting him off) Hello? You must have forgotten that this is my year of having shitty things happen to me... so I promise you it is flatter than flat. And with my unique brand of luck, I am sure that the tire is not only ruined, but the rim is damaged too. AND I've just spent the past 15 minutes standing, cursing, crying and jumping on the ratchet thingy in my 100 degree garage to loosen the bolts on that #$%@$#!& tire that they tightened SO DAMN TIGHT after rotating and filling them with @$&%#&%$ NITROGEN!

Him: (laughing hysterically)

Me: You think this is funny?

Him: Do you remember when you were in high school and I made you help me change and rotate the tires in the garage?

Me: Vaguely.

Him: You don't remember that? (more laughing) You were so mad at me for making you change "perfectly good tires." But you needed to know how to change a tire before going off to school. You thought it was ridiculous and threw all my tools down the driveway.

Me: I did not.

Him: Oh yes you did! And I let you... it was character-building! Besides, I knew you'd be picking up every one of those tools as soon as you were done throwing your fit.

Me: I don't believe you.

Him: It's true! And see? You know how to change a tire.

Me: Umhm... I'll see you Monday at the tire place.
(hangs up with him still laughing.)


Character-building my ass.