Well, karma has bitten me hard…

I stopped by the neighborhood tire place to ask if they checked (engine) coolant levels. Because my stupid nanny car has been bothering me about it (and because Mercedes was texting me about it, trying to schedule an appointment).

I asked the guy to check it and he said it was fine. I told him why I was stopping by, complaining that they’re just looking for more service revenue.

I left and went to lunch, not 5 miles away. Was there for 35 min, tops. Got back in the car and the left rear tire was at 21 PSI.

And now I’m right back at the tire place…

I should have known. If Toby taught us anything, you cant “tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing”.