Car Jack Design Fail.

So the other day I had lunch with two lovely ladies. Rather uneventful. So we go back to our cars, I'm opening my door with Jess rolls by on a flat tire. Quickly realizing that it's flat, she pulls over right in front of my car on the side of the street. So, clearly, we were all dressed to change a tire. I'm obviously the man in most of my friendships, so naturally, I ask Jess if she has a spare.

"I don't think so." I told her she was wrong and pulled it out of her trunk. So I get down on the ground and start trying to jack up the car to remove the tire. PS, the car jack was the dumbest design in the whole world, and didn't let me just crank it up.

I won't even attempt to describe how it worked, but it involved a hook and a hole and it was stupid. So I finally get it up high enough. We're in business.

Just as I was about to pop the lug nuts off, Sweaty Guy in Hat walked by and offers to help. I was like great, okay, thanks. So starts the process, and no joke, there was sweat dripping onto the pavement as he worked. Did I mention that it was like, 4087 degrees out there? Because it was.

So he gets the lug nuts off and give the wheel a tug to get it off the car. Clearly it wasn't that easy. He obviously had other places to be and took off. We could not for the life of us figure out how to get the wheel off the car. So Jessica calls her brother and asks him if we're doing something wrong. He told me to kick it. So I did. Then when that failed, I leaned down and yanked, and it came off - while I flew backwards onto my butt. It was a stellar moment.

The rest of the process came rather easily. The best part was showing up at the office. I was like, um lemme go wash my hands. Thom informed me that I needed a shower... apparently I was covered in grease all the way to my shoulder. It was awesome.