This weekend on the way to a fairwell party for a good buddy of mine, I experienced my first flat tire, ever. Then my doughnut went flat before i got somewhere, to get my tire replaced. The worst part wasn’t being stranded, nor was it paying 130 bucks for new tires, nor driving on a lonely dark road all the while metal is scraping the asphalt. It was this conversation i had with my room mate
Me: Hey, what’s up
Roomate (RM): Nada, whatcha doing
Me: Well, umm, Do ou know how to change a tire?
Me: (jokingly) Well, you wanna come help me change mine
RM: Umm Yeah.. Where are you
Me: Allen Road
RM: I don’t know where that is
Me: It’s not to far from where we live. It’ gonna be dark soon, you think you’ll going to be able to come. I don’t have the tools I need to fix this, and I really don’t know how.
2 Mins, Later
RM: Umm, I foregot, Bavish ordered Pizza, and I don’t know what to do about that
Me: Yeah.. And…
RM. He ordered pizza and it hasn’t come yet, I don’t know what to do..
Me: I WILL BUY YOU SOME PIZZA, I WILL YOU BUY YOU SOME PIZZA
RM: Oh, well I’ll leave here in a few mins.
Me: Hey don’t worry about it, I have other People coming!!.
RM: OH OK!!!
I”m stranded with no tools to fix my car.. And you DON”T KNOW what to do… YOU DON”T KNOW WHAT to do.. Pizza or helping my room mate… pizzaaaaaa or helping my room mate..I swear, I don’t know about my so-call friends sometimes. I really do. I’m always bending over backwards for anyone and everyone and as usual when I need help, I don’t get any consieration… I can take doing all the dishes, I can take cleaning up… I can take being woke up at 3:00 by his guest.. I can take it all… But I just can’t take stuff like this..