No, she didn't forget her fake boobs again! (That was an embarrasing night!) And thank goodness it wasn't Miss Ginger, it was Boy Ginger. But then again, what's the diff, really?
Anyho, after work yesterday Boy G drove out to the Volvo dealership to get a part for the passenger side mirror that got mysteriously broken. At first she was trying to be kind and not blame it on the valet, but after buying one part, and discovering that the more expensive part behind that is also missing, the auto parts guy speculated that the valet stole the part to sell to someone he knew who needed it, and Miss G had to concur. After ordering the part (not in stock.... GRRRRRR) Boy G hopped backed into Veronique to drive home. Cruising down the freeway, literally a mile or so from the house, Boy G smelled burning rubber. He couldn't determine the source at first, but at the ride started to get bumpier, he realized he was losing a tire. BIG GRRRRRRRRR! Luckily, he made it safely across 4 lanes of traffic to the nice, wide shoulder. So, in his suit and tie, Boy G proceeded to put on the spare like the butchest thing you've ever seen. The original tire is in shreds- practically falling off the wheel. Luckily, Veronique's jack and spare are easy to access and easy to use, so Boy G was back on the road in no time.
Also as luck should have it, Miss G had enough sense when she bought the car to purchase the tire and wheel insurance. Those Italian performance tires are expensive, and Miss G is notoriously hard on wheels! Miss G is also discovering that Italian tires are hard to find, and it looks like she will be having to order one. Leave it to the Italians to create a product that costs a fortune, looks and performs beautifully, and lasts about 15 minutes! Whatcha gonna do?!
At least it didn't happen when Miss G was in heels and hair!