If one is put in a position that one must deal with something, one should take the time to learn that which he needs to learn to deal with said something, no? It is how we grow, no?
What my crazy first sentence is trying to say is this:
Say you have a car, you go for lunch with a friend and when you return to your car, you notice your tire is flat. You have paid big buckeroos for said car and that comes with special roadside assistance. Great. All you need is a phone call and all will be fixed, right? Now, normally, you might want to say: “I can change my tire myself. I am a grown person with years of experience and I’ve changed more than my share of tires…” However, because it is an expensive car with fancy doo-hickies, that comes with this special service, you WON’T and also can’t do it.
You call your car’s service but get none. A grand total of five hours later and I know not how many phone calls, your friend says: “Screw your service, let me call CAA (or AAA, if you are American) for you. I’m a member and it won’t cost you a penny and you can have it fixed and go on your way home to your family.” 30 minutes later, CAA arrives and well. Dammit. A special key is needed to unlock the spare. You have no idea what/where said key could possibly be. CAA cannot help and off they go. Though your service said they would be here in one hour and 30 minutes, they still have not showed. CAA has come and gone in that same time.
You get back on the horn to holler and complain to your fabulous car company and are getting a whole lot of nowhere. Your wife keeps texting your friend’s wife to find out if all is well and should she be worried and will you just get on a god-damned taxi and come home. Fix the car situation tomorrow.
During this time a most interesting conversation is happening between you and your friend and his wife. (Let’s just say the wife is me, OK?) I say, “Well, this is an opportunity for growth, don’t you think? I’m sure once this whole thing is settled, the first thing tomorrow you will do is go to your dealer, ask them where the f*&! the special key is and how do we change a tire on this bloody vehicle, right?” My husband, says: “No he won’t!” “Oh, come on! Of course he will”, I say. “Right?”
You answer: “No, I won’t.”
I turn to my husband and apologize for yelling at him for razzing you non-stop because, well, you deserve it a little.
I’m still disbelieving. “So, you won’t learn how to change the tire on your fancy-pants car?”
“No”, you answer.
“And if this happens to you again, but in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, you don’t want to know how to change the tire, just because you paid big buckeroos for this service? Really?”
“Nope”, you answer. “I’ll call and get them to come and fix it.”
I just want to say that it is now eight hours since you first noticed your car had a flat.
You are still here.