Just call us Clark and Ellen
Well, the Thanksgiving adventure commences in true Parris style.
Yesterday:
2 adults and 3 carseats (with kids, too) packed like Vienna sausages into a “mid-size” car.
In the rain.
44 degrees.
The heater is broken, so to keep the fog off the inside of the windshield, we had to run the air conditioning at...full blast.
Oh, and one of the windshield wiper arms came loose, so it was flopping around on the windshield like a fish out of water.
Today:
Whrrrrrrrrrr.
“What’s that?"
Roooooooar.
“Do you hear that?”
Graaaaaaaap.
“It’s a flat tire, isn’t it?”
Pulled into a strip mall parking lot.
Yep. It’s a flat tire. Hole in the sidewall so big I could push my arm through it.
A nice guy came to offer help. Held a flashlight for me. Turned out he was waiting for someone to jumpstart his car.
So after putting on the good lo doughnut spare, we shared a little of our electricity with him.
I do have to say I swapped that puppy out in record time.
Just call us the Griswolds.
