Thursday, February 9, 2012

What Would Skeet Do?


I planned to have the last of my car tires replaced this coming weekend after it started leaking air through the sidewalls. Well, when I say leaked air out of the sidewalls, I had no idea what that even meant. 

It was pointed out to me recently by Cody, a strapping mountain of a man who works for the AAA roadside assistance company as he had to help me fix my flat tire. According to him I have an old tire with some sun rot on the sidewalls and with a sudden cold spell, the air contracts and ...

Uhm, okay. I will have to replace it then.

Yesterday, I noticed that the said tire is losing air fast and won’t make it till the weekend and decided to replace it at our local Wal-Mart last night after work.

Now, know this, I am quite comfortable with my acquired level of manhood.

Admittedly, I don’t know a wrench from a spark plug, but at least I know which knife to use when you eat fish.

So, I jauntily get out of my car and to manly converse with the tire swoppee attendant at Wal-mart, who asked me if I would like a doohdah tire with radial blah-blah-blah.

At this point wild panic hits me. I am not sure if he suddenly started speaking French or just Man.

I had absolutely no idea what he is on about.

Shannon, a friend of mine’s dad, Skeet, is the ├╝ber car man. He knows everything about cars. More manly you can not get.

Tire swoppee man is now looking expectantly at me waiting for my answer.

The whole time it flashed in my mind, what would Skeet do? What would Skeet do?

I change my stance and ask him to go through the list again but with adding prices this time.

He started again a bit slower and pointed out that the doohdah tire with radial something cost $79 and the Goodyear with … is a good price at $98 and goes on to end with the Fukupayama or some even more asian sounding name at $138.

What would Skeet do? What would Skeet do?

I realized he stopped talking and is expectantly waiting for an answer. I took a blind stab and said with a more manly assertive tone I’ll have the Goodyear at $98, thank you Bob.

On second thought, his name might not have been Bob.

And maybe I should not have ended my answer with a question mark in my voice as I saw the sudden pity in his eyes.

I hastily handed him my keys and jolted into the shop.

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