Bring on the helmet cam...

There are days when I look around for the camera crew. I mean, these things only happen to people on Candid Camera TV shows. Wednesday and Thursday were those kind of days.

It started on Wednesday when I got a flat tire. On Tuesday my super techno car alerted me that the "tire pressure needed to be checked" (okay, maybe it was last Thursday...but whatever). I don't have a clue how to check the tire pressure...but I can figure out how to add air to the tire (I'm not an idiot). By the time I remembered to add the air it was on Wednesday. I was at the gas station and saw that it was .75 for air. Come on! That's absurd. It's air. As a matter of principle (the principle of not carrying cash, not the one that says I'm not going to pay for air when I suck it in for free all day!) I leave with no air (they need to have a credit card swipey thing at the air pump if they're going to make me pay for it!!).

I get to my networking meeting on Wednesday and the waitress at the restaurant comes in to see if anyone has a silver Acura. Nope. Nobody. She says, "Okay good, cause it has a flat tire". Now it dawns on me that not everyone sees my car as the obvious "Grigio Metallic" color that it so obviously is. I race out to my car to confirm that yes, I do in fact have a flat tire. No biggie. I'm still stuck in my meeting for at least another hour. I call the Acura guys and they send out a local guy to change the tire. I'm not exaggerating at all, but this guy looked like the dumber half of the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum pair. He even had a little hat and bulging belly with a half shirt on (maybe it was just a few sizes too small...but eew). This brilliant specimen of a human being tells me that my tire isn't really flat, it's just really low. I should just take it to a gas station and add more air (does he know that they charge for this service and that he comes free with the $40K car??) Okay rocket scientist...how about you just change the tire while you're here tough guy. I've got places to go and people to sell. We finally agree it makes more sense to change the tire and he gets down to business. He confirms that there is a nail in my tire and I send him on his merry way. I drive off into the sunset...end of story.

The drama doesn't pick up until the next day when I leave an appointment and find my car being dragged away by a tow truck. I walk out of my meeting with a clearly psychotic local business owner in Nazareth (who will remain nameless) and notice my car is missing. I look to the left and see my car heading down the alley way on a tow truck. I was parked in a parking lot, so I find this odd. I'm running down the possibilities in my head...is my car being repossessed? No - this is on an autopilot pay plan (I'm famous for forgetting to pay bills that I have to write checks for...I'll tell you all about the water bill fiasco some other day). Did I forget to register my car? Is it not inspected? All possibilities, but they don't tow your car for that! It's not a handicapped spot...it's not yellow. I head inside only to find that the guy I was meeting with had my car towed. He thought I was one of the neighbors who aren't supposed to park their cars in his lot. Apparently, he has issues. He calls to get my car back and luckily doesn't fight with me about not paying for the charges (he so would have regretted that).

I ask you? Who has a flat tire and a towed car (for NO reason) in less than 24 hours? Partly my fault...but not always! I can't even just do my job without getting into some sort of crazy drama. I'm going to start wearing a helmet cam so you can all get the full visual of the insanity that I call daily life.

Keep a look out for part 2 of the tire saga...I'm still riding around on the spare. I've only been to Philly and back...three times.