Saturday morning after we got home from our running around that I blogged about yesterday, my wife got a call from her sister in Lumsden. Apparently my wife’s nephew was playing ball close to where we live and we were invited to come out and watch him play. I wasn’t into sitting and watching a ball game, so my wife decided she would go for an hour or so.
She asked if she could take my vehicle. When I asked her why, she told me she was low on gas, had a low tire, and her vehicle needed a wash. I don’t know about any other of the husbands out there, but I know she meant when she told me all of that. It was a subtle request to take care of all that for her. Message received.
I didn’t really feel like doing any more running around that day so I told her I would take care of that for her on Sunday morning. “Thank you honey, you’re the best.”
Sunday morning I was up early and on the run. First stop was the car wash. I know how busy that place gets on a sunny day and I didn’t want to be waiting in a long line at the carwash. After that I wheeled over to Klein’s on 4th and Pasqua where gas is always 6-7 cents cheaper than anywhere else in the city.
Then it was off to get air, which is easier said than done. I remember when you could get air at any gas station you went to. Now those spots are few and far between. I know there’s an air machine at the Shell on McCarthy, but I wasn’t anywhere near there. I finally found an air machine at the Esso on Vic and Albert. It only cost me $1. What a deal. A buck for air that I breathe in 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for absolutely nothing! I’ve got to get me one of the machines!
So, after running around for nearly 45 minutes I made it back home with a clean vehicle full of gas and all 4 tires plum full of air that I had to buy.
How did that gal ever manage before I came around?