McEnroe car style woes #1

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‘I DON’T BELIEVE IT’
The tyre’s gone down.

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It’s super early as I had to drop the other one at work and I’d hoped to have a swim while I waited for the tyre place to open but bad planning, it ain’t open. Instead, I wander around the 2km running track, in normal clothes and a handbag, trying to look purposeful and avoid drawing attention to myself, I’m not sure I’m doing that well. My suspicions are confirmed when I manage to tread on a branch that springs forward, whacking me in the leg, making me yelp loudly and producing a limp and a bloodied leg that not only secures the attention of the few others about at 7.30am but brings a new low to my definition of myself as clumsy. I can’t now actually even walk without injuring myself.
Though, the garage opens at 8am, its about 20 minutes later before anyone turns up and explains that there’s a leak between the rim and the tyre.This they fix, though I blink and miss what they do exactly. They don’t charge which is nice of them but I take this to mean that either they didn’t do a good job fitting the tyres in the first place or they think me completely stupid and have immense pity for me, either way, you can read ‘chump’ on my forehead.

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