I was prepared to tell you how today is my favorite day of the year. No, it is not my birthday; rather, every February, I take a trip to South Jersey to see my accountant to file my tax return. Admittedly, this is one of the small luxuries I allow myself because my finances are not nearly complex enough to justify the $450 fee he charges. However, for that fee, I walk into his office, bullshit about sports or New Jersey politics for 10 or 15 minutes, hand him my W-2, my mortgage information, some investment stuff and by the time I get back home, there is a message on my machine telling me what my refund will be and an email in my inbox with a link to "sign" the papers so they can be filed. It is worth every penny to have this chore handled professionally and in a timely fashion.
But today, on the way down, the low tire pressure light flashed while I was cruising down I-295 at about 70 miles per hour. I pulled over to the shoulder, checked the tires, none of which were flat (thank god) but in an abundance of caution, called to reschedule. His office is a good 45 minute drive, and I was just a few minutes into the trip.
I have never had this happen to me before. Hell, until about 4 years ago, I did not even own a car that had a low tire pressure sensor. Thankfully, I was able to make my way back toward my neighborhood and stop at a gas station. I put air in all four tires, but the light stayed on. Frustrated, I drove home. I calmed down. After an hour, I drove over to the local tire shop. I did not know my car has a button that resets the tire pressure light - I needed someone there to show me. The light went off, the technician told me that probably means it was weather-related (it happens in winter) but to keep an eye on it. He did not even charge me, which was a plus.
At least I did not let it ruin my day. I went to the gym and ran six miles. I will make next Saturday my favorite day of the year instead.
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