Two Beans Or Not Two Beans: kooky

Lately, I've been experiencing all kinds of stress. From going through all kinds of berserk moments to complications in my living situation. Anyone who ever talks to me, will know that I'm the type of girl with all kinds of true crazy stories. I'm the type of girl that makes insane people look normal.

Every so often, I get into situations that makes me wonder if I am secretly being filmed for a sitcom. Kind of like the Truman Show, except more dramatically funny.

Just the other day, I had such experience. One very late night, I was driving to Downtown Disney to pick up some friends that had come to visit me. Since I was stuck at work the whole day, I decided to drop them off at Disney. The plan was to get out of work, pick them up and go back home, but plans never come out as expected.

On my way to pick up my friends, one of my tires blew out. I didn't notice and so I kept driving on the highway until I got to Disney. That's when things got worse...

In Downtown Disney, 10 minutes later....

Of course, it wasn't just a flat tire you could easily repair. In fact, it was irreparable. Luckily, I had a spare tire.

Unfortunately, the tire ended up being the wrong replacement tire for my car. So we decided to ask for help.

We did manage to find a good man, who just so happened to work at the chocolate store to help us out with the tire, but that was after taking a taxi all the way to Walmart to buy a lug wrench (I didn't have one in my car). Of course there was nothing much to do since the tire was irreparable and it was around 1 a.m. so I couldn't just buy another tire.

Finally, after doing everything possible to fix the car, a man working at Downtown Disney decided to pay a taxi to take us home (I guess they aren't all puppets).

So I got back home with nothing, but the irreparable, flat tire. My car was left in ~~hell~~ Downtown Disney with the ~~puppets~~ security people.

The next morning...

I think some people actually took this as a joke on my FB, but what I had to deal with was much more serious. Especially, since I couldn't find anyone to give me a ride to Downtown Disney and had to take yet another taxi to the tire center. On top of that, rolling the tire on the side of the road, was becoming a little dangerous.

Well, needless to say, we did get to the tire place in a taxi and one of my friends did rescue me from having to spend 100 dollars on a taxi to Downtown Disney. My friends and I were finally able to put the new tire on my car and we were finally able to get back home with the car. Although, it was a horrible experience at the moment, it makes quite a comical story. Especially, if I emphasize the part where I was looking like a hobo carrying a tire down the streets of Orlando.

Of course, it wasn't the only thing that had happened to me, which only makes me sound even more kooky, but I'll leave the rest of the stories for another day.

-Hanny the coffee bean