Airhead

I took my car in for a quick air pressure check before we head off to the beach in a few days. The guy started saying something about 3 and 3/4, but between 4 and 5 and 5/8s so maybe it's time for new tires. I mean, I wouldn't drive to San Diego with those tires, I'm not saying anything bad will happen, but, you know. It's not like you'll have a blow-out or anything, but more likely you'll lose traction, lose control, etc. City driving may be ok, but San Diego? I don't think so. That's what he said so I went home. Shawn said my tires were fine. I told him about the 3 and 3/4, but between 4 and 5 and 5/8s and it's on the inside that's the problem. So he looked. He agreed. He called the guy and we got new tires. Maybe I could have handled that on my own. I didn't want to be taken advantage of just because I don't have a penis and because I know nothing about tires. Shawn's good for that. It's a wonder that I make it through most days. There are so many things that I don't know and it's all his fault, really. I also know nothing about: computer hardware, cell phone batteries, hot water heaters, pool pumps, sprinkler systems, how medicine works, burning a CD, the remote control - I can turn on the TV to watch a show, but have no idea how to start a movie or fast forward a movie or pause a movie what with the four different remotes involved. I can't change a tire, jump a car battery, fix a dishwasher, install a faucet or a garbage disposal, kill a spider or get up on the roof to do whatever it is that people do up there. 

I guess I could learn if I had to, but "thanks, Shawn" is so much easier.