It's always the tires. And the TPMS light, which likes to stay lit, so I can't be sure if the tires are under-inflated or the light is just wonky. If a grandson is in the area, I ask their help in determining which is to blame. I used to check for myself, but can no longer trust finger dexterity to remove the valves, to say nothing of assuming the position. While the boys are at Stewart's, I may ask them to fill the gas tank as well. That is sweet of them, but can give rise to a complication. G. did both chores last week. This week, when I went to gas up my car, I at first thought I'd lost my strength. I had to struggle to get the gas cap off, having to use 2 hands to unloosen it, until I remembered G. had fueled up and of course put the cap on. I should have known, because earlier this year, after B. had fueled my car, I was at Stewart's, totally unable to remove the cap,was low on gas, and, spotting some construction workers crossing the lot, asked if they could help me. One very friendly guy, said sure and while holding his cup of coffee, reached down to remove the cap. He then put his coffee cup on the ground in order to give the cap a good twist, exclaiming, "That was really on there!" Some people just don't know their own strength.
Well, it's now 3:10 AM by the clock on the computer, so Spelling Bee is on.
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