Top That!

Each morning - my day begins with a series of rituals.

Wake.

Shower.

Decide what to wear.

Blow Dry hair.

Dress.

Make-up.

Eat breakfast...(sometimes I eat after shower and before what to wear)

Leave for work.

Commence morning bitchfest.

As some of you know, when I leave for work in the morning....I never go to the same place everyday. Some days I stumble simply into my home office. Some days I make a mad dash for the airport. Some days I drive 15 minutes or 4 1/2 hours.

But no matter where I go or how long it takes me, my morning buddies call me or I call them and we complain, laugh, scheme, conspiracize about the day ahead. I can count on at least 3 people for this every morning.

Today, I was leaving on one of the 4 1/2 hour drives. I left at 5:45am. Because of the early morning hour, I knew it would be a few hours before the buddy calls came pouring in...so I turned up the Sirius in the rental car and belted out the latest tunes in the pitch black dark roads of South Carolina.

At about 7:00 am dawn started to break....I was making great time, I was planning my day, I was loving the new Miley Cyrus song....(i know, i should not admit that out loud).....at 7:15 a horrible sound exploded around me....I looked in the rearview mirror to see chunks of black things scattering on the road....and suddenly lost control of the steering. I panicked for a split second but then brought it back to center.....and pulled off to the side of the road....all the while hearing the scraping of metal.

I got out of the car and discovered that the tire had blown up. It was 7:15, in the middle of nowhere, cold and now I had an exploded tire, possibly a van out of alignment, 185 more miles to go and my pants and suede shoes were wet and muddy from the ditch I was in.

Nice.

Roadside assistance from the rental car company. Not helpful. It took the woman for flippin ever to pull up my info. How is it that I am a frequent renter with this company, have a contract and contract # and they have no record of me?

"please hold while I get Chrysler on the line"

"why do we need to call Chrysler? get me a tire!"

"maam, that is a new car, it only has 6000 miles on it...this should not have happened"

Technically, my problem was not covered.

Technically, even if it was, I was in the middle of nowhere and the nearest tow company was not open until 8:30.

"So basically, I sit here on the roadside and wait?"

"yes, maam"

So, I waited. And now the phone calls began.

My normal morning peeps. All of them seemed to want to talk about how awful their morning was.

Oh really?

Are you sitting in a muddy ditch in South Carolina?

Did your life pass before your eyes as your car tire exploded and you went careening to one side?

Have you panic cried and ruined your eye makeup?

I don't think so! Top that for a poopy morning!

I won.

Of all the 5 morning people phone calls, I had the most miserable story to tell.

Victory!

But, in conclusion...the nicest tow truck driver in all of South Carolina came and helped me.

I had to drive the remaining 185 miles on a donut at 55mph with my hazards on.

Good times.

And the rental counter comped the cost and apologized profusely.....I mean sheesh, get a look at that tire!

Not such a bad day after all.