I think we've already established that I have bad luck with cars. Particularly my tires. So Wednesday I ran over a pair of scissors. Not just a little bit, either: they went all the way inside my tire.
I didn't make it to my mechanic before I was on the rim. Luckily, I stopped next to a Ford Dealership, and they kindly took my tire off, sliced it open and withdrew the scissors, and tried to put my spare on.
Because apparently, Honda Pilots require a special key to get to the spare. And when I bought my used car three years ago, I wasn't given this key. I didn't know I needed one, so at the time I didn't notice.
So no spare. The guys at the dealership were super nice and put on a used tire that was a size too small and sent me on my way.
Fast forward to today, when I'm trying to get my car affairs in order. I stopped at the Honda Dealership and ordered the parts I needed. Then I went to my mechanic, prepared to bite the bullet and order a new tire.But since I didn't want to buy four new tires, he recommended I buy a used tire and save $100.
Well, I'm all for that! So I went to another place, bought a used tire, and was just about to leave when I noticed they forgot to put my hubcap back on. I asked them to put it on and they said, "Sure, just back into garage #1."
I did, and on the way, I backed into a three-foot metal sign they had in the driveway. Something I couldn't see from my elevated position in my SUV, but something strong enough to chip off six inches of paint on my car.
Great. There went my savings on the used tire.
I just can't win.