So, I'm in the process of buying a new car.
There's this magic negotiation dance you do when buying a car. They tell you something outrageously high, and you counter with something outrageously low. You meet somewhere in the middle. It's annoying and takes forever, but i don't mind getting through it.
So, I got done with that part and was supposed to pick up the new car on the way home from work yesterday. It's snowing on the way home, but it's also raining, which is making slush on the road. Me and the guy in front of me hit a sudden huge puddle of water, which pulls us both into a fishtail slide. It was like one of those commercials where the cars are sliding on water and there's some fine print that says "professional driver on closed course. Do not attempt." We both come out of it ok, but as soon as I come out of it, I blow my driver's side front tire. At nearly 60 mph. Yay.
So, I fight the car off the road. I've got a donut spare, so I have to change TWO tires: Put a back tire on the front, and put the donut on the rear. A donut spare is a lot smaller than a regular tire, and while some people would just put the donut on the front, they're very unstable in that configuration, and I had already just experienced a hydroplane situation. So, screw that. So I change both tires, cut my hand all up on the exposed metal in the old tire, and get back on the road.
a quarter mile later, the donut goes out, which causes my brakes to lock up. So, i'm in a controlled drift. Tapping the breaks does nothing. Luckily I'm in the right lane this time, so I just drift off onto the shoulder, and start gently pulling the emergency brake. That does the trick.
An hour later, I finally get a tow to the tire place, where I get both tires fixed/replaced (which was free, thanks to road hazard insurance). But, after all that time spent doing that crap, guess who didn't get their new car yesterday because all that took so long? So, hopefully, I'll get it today. Heh.