Admittedly, I am not the most knowledgable or observant person, especially when it comes to cars. They just don't rank high on my list of daily thoughts and priorities, especially since most days I have a hard time even leaving my house.
After church one Sunday, my husband silently brooded all the way to the gas station to fill the nearly empty gas tank (another regular offense of mine) and while pumping gas, noticed that the air in the tires was low. When I got out of the van to take my son to the bathroom, he pointed this out with a curt, "The air in the tires is low." I replied with a quick, "OK, thanks," to which he responded, "PAY ATTENTION!"
Man, that guy needs a different wife. There is no way tires even enter my cognizance most days. I'm just happy when there are no flashy red lights on my dashboard.
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