Last week my roommate asked me if I knew anything about adding air to the tires on her car. I promptly told her to call one of her guy friends because car issues always resulted, for me, in a phone call to my father or my good friend Jim. She said something about wanting to be a strong, independent woman, so in an effort to help a sister out, I told her everything I knew about low tires, including which places she should purchase a tire if airing it up was not successful.
Impressed by my knowledge of important details such as the PSI being listed on the driver’s door, she begged me to go with her and help her out. I sighed, then caved, and we headed out to the nearby gas station. I think I was still mumbling something about her calling her guy friend, and she–ever the optimist–said we could handle it. [Read more...]






















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