A brand new, explosively blown-out tire! A generous gift from the many potholes of your Nation's Capital to me. How lovely. I totally called my husband to beg for help. Is my feminist cred as badly shredded as my tire now?
I'm sure you could change a tire if you had to; you were deferring to someone who probably just has more experience in that area. That's how I look at it. :)
If you want, we can do a tire changing clinic some afternoon so your feminist cred is only tarnished, not lost. ;) I got real good at swapping tires out when I had the really crappy Taurus with really crappy alignment and a bunch of regular bar customers who worked at dealership garage who could funnel me replacement tires that were otherwise going to landfills. It's not as scarey as you might think.
And it would be a great excuse to just hang out some weekend afternoon.
Man, where does my feminist street cred go, then? I can change a tire, put on chains, and do routine maintenance, but if anything scary happens to me in the car (and blowing out a tire is scary), I call AAA first and then papertigers.
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Feminists don't have to change tires. But we could choose to do so if we wanted to.
(BTW, I have training-related questions to ask you...call me at work when you get a chance.)
I'm sure you could change a tire if you had to; you were deferring to someone who probably just has more experience in that area. That's how I look at it. :)
And it would be a great excuse to just hang out some weekend afternoon.
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