I walked to work this morning. I think it’s the fourth time in seven years. It’s quite a long stroll… about 10 minutes if you hurry, which is what I was doing.
I came out of the house in a screaming rush at 8.30 only to find that my right front tyre was totally flat.
Fortunately Tom1 was home, because it’s not a uni day. I ran back inside, threw the phone at him and said, “Ring your Grandpa and get him to come out and show you how to change a tyre.”
Then I thought, ‘What if he’s not home?’
I grabbed my wallet, flipped it open and found my RACV membership card and said, “If Grandpa’s not home, ring the RACV.”
Then I realised that my membership was due around about now. I rummaged through my wallet and found my credit card.
“If they ask if I want to renew my membership and my car insurance, give them the credit card number.”
I glared at him. “You are ONLY to use this card for the RACV. Nothing Else!!!! I’m teaching in 20 minutes so I have to go.” And I raced out the door.
That card has a six thousand dollar limit on it. I hope it isn’t maxed out by the time I walk home at lunchtime to rotate the chickens….