Behold, the shortest #TIREWATCH in the history of #TIREWATCHING.
These appeared outside yesterday, and I was initially dismayed because I' was under the impression that the replacement tires were getting shipped directly to the mechanic, thus eliminating any possibility of them overstaying their welcome in my foyer.
But Jason came home and promptly loaded them up, and then drove them over to the shop where they are getting installed today. The End!
(That's it. That's the post.)
The two blown-to-hell tires are NOT candidates for keeping around as emergency spares, and will NOT be coming home in the back of the minivan, where they would otherwise likely be forgotten about for a month or so before getting rolled into an inconvenient corner of the garage and/or the hallway right outside my bedroom, like a new and updated version of the Pennywise cutout prank. Truly, a bit of a missed opportunity for us.
In summary and summation, I am looking forward to getting my car back, but DAMN, being normal responsible adults really kills the #content around here.