FatGirl recently bought a brand new car and is loving it. Being that it is a major upgrade from his previous car, it has a lot more bells and whistles, which he both loves and doesn’t understand.
After leaving my house the other night he noticed a lit icon on the dash – he figured out it was a tire pressure indicator, assumed the air was low and filled the tires. Unfortunately, the icon remained lit, so he returned to my house for assistance.
“How butch are you?” he asked Ice Cream Man. “I’m not sure,” Ice Cream Man responded, unclear as to what FatGirl might be after. “Do you know how to use this thingy?” FatGirl asked him holding up a tire pressure gauge. “Yes,” Ice Cream Man replied and went outside with FatGirl to assess the situation.
Ice Cream Man returned and FatGirl drove off – safely, something that clearly wasn’t happening when he arrived. “He loaded 60 PSI in each tire,” Ice Cream Man, shocked, told us. “Twice the recommended amount. He’s lucky nothing happened!”
He is lucky nothing happened and it was a good reminder to me, as I continued to snack on the chips, brownies, and candy in front of me, that perhaps I should pay closer attention to my pounds per square inch (PSI).