Holy Man!
Last night, Tiemus, Torin and I went to pick up Mike who was downtown for pride (Torin lives in the building and is a friend, for all of you keeping track). We get about two or three blocks away when we start to hear this sound and the car is shaking. Then it is getting worse so we pull into 7 Eleven to check it out and grab some delicious slurpees. The car has a flat. Not pretty, to say the least.
So Tiemus and Torin go about doing man things. They pull out the spare tire and they have this little jack and they venture into the land of tire changers and I smile as people walk by. Well when they jack up the car it starts to roll back a bit so they unjack the car, look for something to put behind the tires, find nothing, sit me in the front seat to hold down the break pedal (see, I am useful) and rejack up the car. They get the lugnuts off. I believe that's what they are but I am no expert. they try to pull the tire off and there is a magical BMW specific lock to prevent people from running around and stealing tires. I didn't even consider that tire-stealing was a thing. Anyway, there is this magical BMW specific tool necessary for unlocking said lock and getting the tire off easily. People mill about the 7 Eleven and look at us and smile and assume we're fine and don't offer anything and then suddenly, up drives another BMW. They have their BMW specific tool (Mikes car doesn't have a bunch of things because he bought it used) but it's a newer edition and the tool doesn't fit our tire. We finally give up and call roadside assistance. So we're hanging out, waiting for this guy. He shows up in this crazy and colourful van that says all kinds of things about lock-undoing. He asks a few questions, asks what the problem is. Then he pulls out this like rubber mallet and whacks the tire a bunch of times. I have ZERO faith in this guy at this point. I'm recalling moments where landlords thought they could fix things themselves and random acquaintances tried to be handy and I am trying not to laugh as this guy is essentially beating up Mike's tire and then he pulls it off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am happy this worked. However, if the concern is that people will be smart enough to troll the neighbourhood with a jack and various other tire removing tools, why would a lock that doesn't need to be unlocked be a deterrent. Couldn't the very prepared criminal just bring a big rubber mallet too?
Either way, it was an entertaining moment worthy of story telling. Today I just did dishes and swept floors and chilled out. I also had a really nice long shower. The benefit to being around in the middle of the afternoon is the copious amounts of hot water coupled with no one needing to use the washroom. It's about 4pm here so I am going to dry my hair and figure out what to make for dinner!
More later! <3
Amanda
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