I ran some errands this morning and on coming out of BJ’s I noticed my right rear tire was really low. Significantly lower than the other tires and I know it wasn’t like that when I started my day. I drove around to the other side of the store to the Tire Center and went in. I explained to the guy at the counter that I just got done shopping, noticed my tire was low and wondered if they could check to see if I needed air or if there was a hole in it. The guy looked at me and said what do you want me to do about it. The guy, amazingly enough, still lives. What the fuck kind of customer service is that? I just freaking told you my story and you wonder what you, the guy who works in a TIRE CENTER, are supposed to do about my busted tire. Asshole. I went through the story again, politely, and he put my car on the lift.
Turns out, lo and behold, there was what looked like a 16p nail in the tire. Imagine that.