Flat tire

This morning I sauntered out to the car to take E to her dance class, turned the key in the ignition to find I had a flat tire. Well, not having much of a choice, and having the PAX (drive-flat) system on our car, I drove on my flat tire to her dance class. Afterward I had my F-I-L check it; he found a nail (700 miles on the car-where were we driving it?). So I called the dealer, knowing it was going to be a difficult fix, and made an appt to get it done after E's trial gymnastics class. She loved the class.

We went to the car dealer; me feeling optimistic, I brought her along. Little did I know I'd be waiting in the waiting room over 2 hrs with a bored and tired 5-year-old ,who fell asleep on my chest after about an hour. I thought, "Well at least I got a car wash, it would have taken me an hour to wash it myself." Upon return home and on closer inspection, I noted the car had not been washed! What a waste of an afternoon! At least the fix was covered under warranty.