july 28-09 not the 21th
The day was splendid until around 2:30, when I got a bolt in the front tire. Two very nice Christian boys help me change the tire. I tipped them $20.00. I took the last delivery in the van and then went back to the store and loaded up with the last four of the day. I delivered the first two in my town, and then headed over to the freeway to go to the next town. I went about two miles and started to hear a bumpy-bumpy noise. Yes, I had a second flat. I got off the freeway and stopped at a gas station. I tried refilling it, twice. I discovered that there was a slit on the side of the tire on the inside.
The owner cane out and we delivered the last two. He objected to my route. The problem was that I had stuck to original plan and hadn't thought about changing it. He then threatened to fire me and told me I needed to learn how to take phone orders.
I am very stressed and I don't think tomorrow is going to be any better, maybe even worse, as the owner is going to pick up the flowers tonight. Then the tires need to be fixed and I think the second one is ruined and the first is in the shop garage, because I thought the regular person was going to do it at that point, and she would need the room in the van.
I'm fucked.
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