Air Head

So, I bent over like I was going to do CPR on the tire. Yeap, it wasn’t pretty folks. Anyway, I bent over and checked the tire pressure. My diagnosis was correct: Low tire pressure. I tried multiple tries and the tire pressure would not change. It should be higher by try #4! You know where I am going with this, right? Gurl!!!!!!!!! I had to. So, I did.

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The low air icon on the display panel of the car lit up screaming for attention, like this:  14368817_10207827192541978_1138707565464090259_n-1 What activated that icon?  Maybe it was the weather?

The temperature did drop from its nice 88 degrees to 78 fkn degrees! Just like that!  So, I did what a regular problem solver, don’t need a man kind of girl would do under these circumstances.  By Golly!!! I was going to fix it myself!

So, I went to the nearest Quicktrip, QT since they’re the ones not charging for air these day- not hating.  Just stating the obvious$$.  Thank you QT-te amo!

I don’t know why, but every time I need something, a hawtee pops up, but enough of my psychology problems.  I’m doing this one by myself!!!!!

So, I pulled the tire gauge, and I glanced at the door to take a quick look to remind me of what the tire pressure should be.  I did not make it obvious since the other eye was alerting me that he was now watching me.  “)

So, I bent over like I was going to do CPR on the tire.  Yeap, it wasn’t pretty folks.  Anyway, I bent over and checked the tire pressure.  My diagnosis was correct: Low tire pressure.  I tried multiple tries and the tire pressure would not change.  It should be higher by try #4!  You know where I am going with this, right?  Gurl!!!!!!!!!  I had to.  So, I did.  I asked him for help.  He walked to the tire like an Amazon King and pranced his tight butt over to the “free” air dispenser and turned the button on.  FK me!!!!!  He smiled at me and then he put air on my tire and handed me the tire gauge.  UGHHHHHHHHHHHH  I knew that button.  Why didn’t I turned it on?  Because every time, I’m near a hawtee, I can’t think.  No, I did not give him my phone #!

I gave him my address.  “)  I have a list of things that need fixing at my place.  “) jk I left him where I found him:


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Salsa Pig

By S.Hunter

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Author: Aztk Prncss

Aztec Princess : The views and opinions are my own. A writer of life in general- no matter the topic/politics- yeap. This is the Social Personality of a girl who endured a devastating blow to her personal, and professional life brought on by individuals and or persons who by their actions manifested a personal storm of cataclysmic proportions which caused her to lose everything she worked for and almost claimed her life. The name Salsa Pig came from her love of Salsa Dancing, and her inability to lose the extra lbs due to the unbelievable Stress she endured. Whatever is going on in your life, stay strong, stay positive, and always remember: I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me- Philippians 4:13 Be Not Afraid: Isaiah 41:10 Share the love, and link: http://prosejurisprudencensgpractice.com All my love, Aztec Princess by Shiloh Hunter

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