No Air

Two songs:

No Air
She's An Angel

These two are both running through my head. TMBG is beating out Sparks n Brown, by a lot. The only thing they really have in common is lyrics that overlap with the title of this post.

Today, I went to put air in the tires of my car. It got cold, and it became time for the Yearly Yuck. (There are lots of Yearly Yucks, but this was the one I was going to tackle today.) It was 22 degrees on Monday, so I didn't do it then. Tuesday, it was 24 degrees and I still didn't want to do it. Today, I decided I would go at lunch. I was on my way home, and I failed to stop at the first gas station I saw. (A fatal mistake, in terms of the eliminating the Yuck plan.) I thought, "I need to go to the bank, so I'll just go to the gas station closer to home and then go a block down the road to the bank after."

Well, I'm telling you, it was a fruitless endeavor, because where I live is a giant construction zone, and apparently they dug up the bank in the last month without me noticing, and due to the subsequent construction all the parking at the gas station was full. Not only that, but the air was "out of order." I'm cursed with Out of Order signs on air compression machines when I need them most. I'm not kidding. This is at least the third time this has happened to me in the five years I've had my car.

I don't like filling my tires up with air. When I have a Mr. Darcy, I will bat my eyelashes or make some otherwise prohibited treat or do something in exchange, but he will handle the air tire car thing. Always, because:

1. it's cold and my hands always freeze up and it makes getting the little caps off hard, and then I always drop them and they squiggle away from me.
2. it's at a gas station. I don't like gas stations.
3. I'm vulnerable. I'm bending down and it would be easy for someone to run me over or come up and bop me on the head or something.
4. the air is always out of order!!
5. pulling out the little air thing is always awkward and I worry I will run out or yank the tube off.
6. it must be one of the only quarter-driven things left in the US. (I have quarters. but still!)
7. I always worry that i'm not using my gauge correctly and I will over/under fill as a result.

Lots of reasons not to like it. But mostly I'd gotten my gumption up to actually do the Yuck, and then I couldn't even take care of it, which made it even Yuckier! Sigh. And now it's still hanging over me, so I still have No Air.