Mama Says: We should've invested in Goodyear...

The Sheffield girls wouldn’t have any luck at all, if you don’t count bad luck. Two weeks ago, Aleta had to replace two tires. Last week, Rheba was on vacation, so she left me to have her car serviced while she was gone. I was told that she needed to replace all 4 tires, but the two back tires needed to be replaced immediately. In fact, one of the back tires had a nail in it, and they couldn’t pull it out because it couldn’t be plugged because it was in the sidewall. So Rheba replaced two tires with plans to replace the other two within the month. 

So, this morning on my way to church, my “low tire pressure” light came on. I looked at the tires and couldn’t really tell which tire was low, but didn’t want a flat tire at church, so I turned around, went back home and borrowed Aleta’s car. I figured that I would worry about it later. 

When I came home from church, none of my tires were flat, although the front passenger tire seemed a little low. So where do I go? My only choice on Sunday was Walmart. I took it, and was told it would probably be an hour and half before they could assess it. 

Well, about 15 minutes later, I got the call from Walmart. “I’m sorry ma’am, but I have some bad news for you. You have 5 nails in your tires.” What???? She went on to say that I must travel some really, bad roads, because there are chunks of rubber out of my tires, and they are in really bad shape. Sounded a little like they didn’t have much business today, and they saw me coming. Since I had not left Chiefland yet, I told them I would be right there. Well they showed me the nail in the front driver’s side, the nail in the front passenger side and the three nails in the rear passenger side. The big chunks of rubber and the sliced rubber seemed minimal to me, but they assured me that they could not patch tires in such bad shape. 

What were my choices? I could buy three new tires, or drive out of there with 5 nails in my tires and hope I made it home without three tires going flat! Not how I planned to spend my money this month, but oh well. I really don’t relish the idea of walking everywhere this month, although my doctor might think it would make me exercise more.

Back to the Sheffield girl’s luck. You know how the last one in the family to get the flu always seems to get the worst case. It hits them hardest, lasts the longest, and no one has any sympathy for them. Seems to be that way in our household with tire replacement!