The Guy Said Honey You're a Funny Girl

So sometimes I do real cool things. Like the time I learned how many tires my car actually has. Oops. My bad.

I had taken my car in to get the safety inspection. Also, I was pretty sure I needed new brakes. And I needed an oil change and to get a tail light replaced. So when they had looked at everything, and done the oil and light, they called me about my brakes. They told me that my brakes and rotors were pretty hammered. They also told me my tires were pretty worn out. This was to be expected since I have been driving back and forth between Cedar and St. George a few times a week for the last two years. (Although...good news...I got a job in New Harmony, which is a whole lot closer to Cedar! WOOT!) So I asked for an estimate. With the oil, lights, brakes/rotors, and safety inspection it was going to be around $500. But since I was getting brakes done, he said he would give me a deal on my tires. So he gave me the price...about $90 while it would usually be about $120. He didn't say that was per tire, and it was the week before finals, I was finishing at my old job and starting at my new job AKA working two jobs during the week before finals, and I had been out of my ADHD medication for a few days, so I didn't really put it together, even though I am in fact, aware of the standard price for tires. Also I was already freaking out about the amount of money I already was having to pay. But I figured I might as well get it done. So I told him to go ahead and do it, and that I would pick it up Friday after I got my check.

So Friday, after a frantic trip to St. George, in which I made it to the bank and got my check deposited a mere 3 minutes before the deadline, after which it wouldn't have posted on my account until Monday, and after I finished my online class (the reason for which the trip to St. George was postponed until the last minute) I headed on down to the Tire Company to pay for my car. The guy at the counter tells me the price: about $850. I made an unappreciative noise, while freaking out in my head...that was a lot more than I was expecting...about $500, but I didn't say anything. I figured I would take a look at the receipt before I said anything. Good thing too. Upon viewing the receipt I realized...FOUR tires. Not one. Good job Ali.

When I got home I called my dad to tell him he could pick up his car, which he had loaned my while mine was in the shop.

Me: Hi Dad. Car's done. But I may have slightly underestimated the price. Because I may have forgotten to multiply the tire price by four. So I may need you guys to spot me about $400 so I can pay my rent and car registration. Oops. I will pay you back when my tax returns get here.

Dad: (after laughing at me) How about we just spot you $400 dollars, and you don't pay us back. (What wonderful parents I have.)

So when my parents came to get Dad's car my mom also laughed at me and asked if I forgot how to do math. I am a history major. I don't need math. Bahahahahaha...Yep. Funny story. My bad. But I do know how many tires are on my car now!