While I was explaining the issue, the man behind the counter appeared to be listening AND comprehending. He replied, "Go have a seat in the waiting area and we will check this out."
Angie: "I have to be to work at 8. Will you be done with plenty of time for me to leave?"
Guy: "Sure. Give us 10 minutes."
Wow -- 10 minutes! I thought.
True to his word -- ten minutes later, he walks out to the waiting area and informed me, "Your tire pressure was low." IN MY HEAD, "DUUUUUH!" I just smiled and nodded.
He continues, "Your pressure was not 35 and your spare had low tire pressure."
Angie: "My spare isn't on the car."
Guy: "Oh, I know. It's in the trunk. It has a senser inside of it."
For real? Are you serious that the problem is my spare which is inside my trunk????
Angie: "Okay. If you say it's fixed, then it's fixed. Thank you."
Guy: "Yep! Have a great Friday!"
When I got to work, I was sharing with the guys about what happened...I don't really appreciate being treated like a space cadet because I am girl. Could it really be that my spare was low????? It seems hokie....and let's focus on the fact that the passenger-side tire had 10 pounds of air last week....it was refilled...and then two days later, it was low again.
I have a very bad feeling that this saga is going to continue...and here's the truth -- if my low pressure light comes on again, I will asking the men in my life to come with me to the dealership. Men don't understand how un-nerving it is to be treated like you don't have a clue because you are a girl. It's awful!!!
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