This is not the post I was intending to write this evening, but ... I need to write things down to sort them out in my head as best as possible. At approximately 2:50PM on my walk home from the metro station, I was attacked from behind. I have walked down Wayne Avenue at least twice a day for 5 years, at all hours of the day and night. I have always felt perfectly safe doing so. Even today didn't seem out of the ordinary. As I approached the intersection of Dale and Wayne, I passed a young black man in his early 20s. I made eye contact and nodded. I crossed Dale and heard a noise. I turned and saw someone running up Dale. That's when I noticed someone following me. I turned off my iPod and reached for my phone. And he jumped me, putting me in a chokehold and trying to pull me to the ground. I began hitting him over my shoulder with my large umbrella (which, sadly, is now in pieces). I hit myself in the head a couple times, too, and have a few lumps. He pulled me to the ...
Is that an instruction manual you have there in your hand?
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Flat tires are the worst.
ReplyDeleteGlad everything else seems to have gone okay.
holy crappers: Yep. I haven't had to change a tire in 20 years. And Y couldn't even find the jack in the trunk.
ReplyDeleteYou two are like Lucy and Ethel
ReplyDeleteWhat the heck did you guys hit to do that to your tire? xoxo, SG
ReplyDeleteamy: I think Y overinflated his tires before the trip. I just bought him a surprise, a tire pressure gauge. Go ahead, tell me I'm the best, most thoughtful bf ever!
ReplyDeleteNext time you drive, bring a dyke along. You know, for tire-changing.
ReplyDeleteThat is one hell of a puncture! Nothing says "I love you" like a tire pressure gauge.
ReplyDeleteThat picture of you crouched down reading the manual is priceless.
I'm glad you guys had such a good time.