Do I really look like someone who doesn’t know how to put air in my tires? The most basic of car ownership skills? I don’t know whether to be offended or use this to my advantage. The worst part is, it wasn’t even a man who offered to fill them up. I would’ve gotten that. I’ve had men offer to fill up my tires before (there is a double entendre in there somewhere...) and then proceed to stare directly at my chest or tell me I’m tall and that must intimidate other men. They want to impress me and try out the double entendre later on, I get it. I always thank and decline, I really should just let them do it. I hate how dirty my hands get twisting off the little air caps.
This, however, was a cracked out woman on a motorcycle, who had trouble turning off her bike, stumbled over her feet, parked too far from the air hose, and suggested I buy mace cause it is dark outside. Like, in general, the outside is dark. Oh, I hadn’t noticed. Despite her cracked-outedness she was very nice and helpful. Or like, theoretically would’ve been helpful had I actually needed help. Maybe just nice because she was clearly high...? Duhno, can’t say.
Hey, guess what? I also know how to change the oil in my car and change a tire. Impressed? Know any euphemisms?
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