Why I Love Discount Tire Co.

Last night I got a flat tire. Thank you weird road in AF with your bizarre indecisive train-tracks that can't which side of the road you want to be on (that was sarcastic). Thank you Melissa for being calm through that adventure (really). Thank you random young mens leader (well he seemed like one anyway) who gave me a hard time about my lousy driving but nonetheless changed my tire and answered dumb questions about how to change a tire and gave better directions to the temple than I had. I think my tire needed to pop last night as if it hadn't I wouldn't have run into a friend who I think needed to talk. I suppose that's only if you don't believe in coincidence though, right?

That's a side note about how I came to my blog topic.

Since I started driving I've noticed that if I bring my daddy or brother or male relative/friend with me to do car stuff I feel somewhat less taken for, you know what I mean? I found a place-a car oriented place- that I can go and not feel taken for, where might you ask? Discount Tire Co. My dad suggested over a year ago that I spring for the warranty for my tires and sighed a little internally about the pains of deciding between needs and wants. Well friends, Discount is great. Since I had a warranty on my tires I got a replacement tire, all my tires rotated, a warranty on the new tire and splicing on said newbe tire all for less than what it takes to fill up my gas tank. Sweet huh? The guys down there also talked to me. I mean talked to me. Not through me, or down to me. To me. It was cool. One guy even told me of trouble he had on the same bizarre road-I'm not the only one. Now if only the changed oil, I'd be set.