The hockey gods must be against me lately. I often participate in a late-night scrimmage on Fridays, but the past two weeks my plans have been thwarted. Last week, it was due to my unfortunate and ill-advised sunburn, making it quite impossible to handle all that equipment and blistering slap shots screeching for a collision with my near-blistering skin. This time, it was car trouble.
As I left home, I noticed that the ride felt a little off. I pulled into the Ex, just a couple of blocks away, and got out to investigate. Sure enough, I had a flat tire. Never having actually changed a tire myself before, I had to wing it. I knew the basics, though: jack up the car, remove the lug nuts, change the tire, replace the nuts, lower the car, done.
"No problem," I thought. "This shouldn't be too hard."
Didn't I feel the fool when I couldn't figure out how to use the jack.
The handle was attached to the jack in such a way that I couldn't figure out how to remove it. I pulled it, turned it, twisted it; the thing wouldn't budge. I must have looked rather silly standing there with a spare tire on the ground, holding the jack in my hands, and simply staring at it.
Eventually, I discovered the magic required to remove it (you had to manually lower the jack a bit and it would unhinge), and got to work. The rest was easy, and I got to feel kinda manly as I got my hands dirty doing auto work.
The next problem arose, though, as I finished. It seemed that a concert or some other sort of show at Ricoh or the Trade Centre had just let out, and the roads jammed up entirely while I was busy at work. It took a solid ten minutes just to get out of the block, and by then, it was far too late to make it to the rink and get dressed before our ice time would be up.
So, I drove the two blocks back home, and hauled my goalie equipment - unused - back inside. Another evening of hockey missed. The cool rink would have been nice in this humid heat, too. At least, however, some chick in a cowboy hat said I looked pretty sexy doing all that manual labour as she drove by, so it wasn't all bad.