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Here's a sampling of what my day was like yesterday:
* Of course I work with idiots (that's an everyday thing)
* Walk outside in the morning to see that one of my boat trailer tires blew out...just blew out while sitting in the driveway
* Try to remove the lugnuts (oh nice, my crobar is the wrong size)
* Go to a tire store and they let me use their 4-way crobar, along with a different size lugnut socket
* Go home, start loosening the lugnuts, only to find that one of them is a locking lugnut, for which I do not have the socket key
* Go to an auto parts store, and the guy sells me something he "thinks" may work to get off the locking lugnut.
* Does NOT work, so I take it back to the parts store and get my money back
* Drive back to tire store...They give me a "Gorilla Lock Socket" and tell me to jam it in there as hard as I can with a hammer
* Go home, and proceed to hammer the crap out of it into the locking lugnut.​.​.​SUCCESS (First one of the day)
* I loosen all the nuts, get out my Tahoe car jack, and jack up the trailer
* While the Trailer is jacked up, I remove the nuts and then the tire...Sweet finally got the tire off
* Not 30 seconds after removing the tire, I hear a creeking noise (like something out of a horror movie)​.​.​.​BAMMMM!​!​!​ The jack bends in half and the trailer (boat and all) come crashing down onto the driveway.
* Great, now I have a removed tire, a "jacked up" jack, and my boat trailer has crashed to the ground, and the trailer is connected to the tow hitch of my Tahoe, which now cannot be removed because of the weird angle the trailer is laying at. I can't drive anywhere
* Wife gets home...Sweet, now I have a car I can use.
* Take the tire over to the Tire shop, buy a new one, and leave (takes roughly an hour)
* Get in fight with the wife because my day has been a complete disaster and I take it out on her
* Drop her off at home, then go back to the parts store and buy a floor jack
* Pick up the new tire and go home
* I whip out my new 2 ton floor jack, put it under the trailer and start cranking.
* Gets up about 3 inches and I hear that infamous creeking noise again...Also the little wheels on the jack start giving out...BAMMMM!! The trailer falls to the ground again, increasing the size of the hole I put in it the first time it crashed to the ground
* I pack the jack back up, drive back to the parts store, return it, and get a bigass 3-ton floor jack (The kind you see in Auto shops)
* Get home, whip out my 2nd new Floor jack, and this thing is a beast!
* Put it under the trailer, jack it up...SUCCESS. Put the new tire on...SUCCESS!!
* Then when I thought the worst was done for the day, I'm drinking wine on the couch. moved a little to my right, caught the bottom of the glass on a pillow.​.​.​BAMMM.​.​.​FULL glass of wine spills on me, the couch cusions and the pillow. My entire left side is covered in red wine (My shirt, my arm, my shorts, and even my freakin boxers). The cusions are drenched.
* I was done drinking wine for the night for fear of something else happening. I stayed on the couch, arms crossed, watching tv.

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