…Or Foulds 3, Frisby 2

When Jenn and I stepped outside this morning to drive to work (I often drive Jenn to work when I think I might need the car during the day—it’s only a short drive… does that make it worse?) the rear passenger side tire was going flat! Oh no! Especially since we’re heading out to Maine this afternoon. We decided that Jenn could make it to the tire place and then walk to work (it’s just down the street) and she’d come pick me up when she was off work and we’d head out.

Well, an hour and two phone calls to her office later, I hadn’t heard anything from Jenn. But, one of the girls at Jenn’s office did tell me she called them and said she was having problems with the tire people. Up to this point, I was having a hard time coping. I was imagining the tire people trying to force us into buying a new tire and stuff. So I saddled up and rode (my bike) down to the tire place. Jenn and the car weren’t there. So, I rode to the office. Jenn and the car were there. She had just arrived and tried to call.

Apparently a nail had punctured the tire, but they replaced it for free. We just had to shell out $35 for a little labour and balancing. Not bad. These Frisby Tire people are starting to redeem themselves.