I had to go to the department of motor vehicle today to get my drivers license renewed. I always hate a trip to this government office, but today's trip was much worse than usual. I got there and got through all the nonsense relatively smoothly. It seems that some days are much worse than others in this place and it really seems to have no rhyme or reason. Some days there is a little wait and sometimes it is endless, but I have yet to figure all that out. In any case, I got through there in about an hour, which where we are is a relatively short amount of time. When I came out, I immediately noticed that my rear passenger's side tire was completely flat. I mean not just slightly but completely. Now I love to learn new things, but I grew up in a household where there was men's work and woman's work. It seemed like every time I would try to get my father to show me something he was doing, that he just really didn't think that I needed to know how to do it. It sounds a bit sheltered, but in my father's world building things, repairing things, car things, etc were all a man's job.

So here I sit only knowing what it is that my father taught me about changing a tire, which was buy a can of fix a flat and put it in the tire, but only one problem, I don't have a can of fix a flat, so I think to myself…Now What?! So the nicest man comes up to me and says to me, "do you need me to break the lug nuts for you?" Now I do know what he means, but I am too embarrassed to tell him that I have no idea whether or not I even have a jack in the car, so I just say, no thanks I've got it, when what I really want to say is "can't you just change it for me?" Well, I use my cell phone to call my father, but he is not answering, then I use my phone to call Josh, but I can't get in touch with him either. Well, finally I just give up and walk up to the nearest gas station and there I find it, a can of fix a flat. I walk back to my car and use the fix a flat to inflate the tire. The whole time I am feeling like an incompetent boob. That night at dinner, I really let my dad have it but very innocently he said, "I taught you what to do and you did it, you weren't stranded at least", his whole lassie fare attitude really annoyed me. Even now after this experience, he did not see that I needed to know how to change a tire. Well, after dinner I had Josh come over and show me what to do. It was so easy and everything I needed was right there in the trunk, I just didn't know what the jack looked like, so of course I couldn't find it. Next time I will be prepared, and from now on I will be sure to have Josh show me what I think I need to know and not just the "womanly things