Hipster Makes it Harder

In October I started seeing some flashes of red light in the corner of my eye. No big deal, someone must have been taking a picture in the library for a project. I got up and left because the flashes were bothering me. So I moved to my favorite secret room on campus to continue killing time before my next class. The flashes continued. "Huh maybe I should call Dad about that." I thought to myself. I called my dad and he told me not to worry about it. Two days later he called me and left a voice mail about how this could be serious and I should call my eye doc in Pullman. I got the voice mail after hours and I decided to call the next day. That is until I went temporarily blind in my left eye. I called the eye doc and he asked me to have someone drive me to Clarkston where he lives and has his other office. Eleanor and I were hanging out and I called Jarrod and asked for help. He and Jamie came and got me at my apartment and we were off. Turns out my eye was fine but could be in danger of getting a hole in my retina. So watch out for those symptoms and come back in three weeks for a check up. Two days before my check up, I started having symptoms again. This time Katie took me. She doesn't know how to drive stick shift so I rode shot gun and instructed "clutch" when she needed to shift and I shifted for her. She did great. Same thing with my eye again. So they set an appointment for today.

I don't know if any of you have ever had your eyes checked, but you're not supposed to drive yourself if they're going to dilate your eyes. So once again I asked Jarrod if he would be willing to drive me today. He graciously agreed to take me to my appointment. My eye is fine and the symptoms have stopped so yay for that. Today's post is about the adventure Jarrod and I had. You see Jarrod's car had a flat tire this morning, so when he came to get me we took mine and decided to deal with his after I got my clean bill of health. It took an hour to put on the spare. I'm not sure if the process was helped or hindered by my presence... Probably hindered as all I had to contribute to it was snarky comments and documenting it in photos and a video that I have been expressly forbid from sharing with you. I do however have permission to show you the pictures. So without further ado I give you Jarrod: The man, the myth, the legend.

Hipster Jarrod is excited to change the tire!

This may prove to be more of a challenge than previously expected

I see we have shed the hipster attire 

Ah, this has become easier

I think he was laughing at something snarky

How does the jack work?

Like this!

You can't see it, but this is when it was almost  high enough to get the tire off.

Yes, that took an hour. Mostly because while Jarrod was taking off the flat, the car fell off the jack. So he had to jack it up again so he could take the tire off and put the spare on. I would also like to point out that things went much faster once Jarrod molted his hipster skin. All in all I had a pretty fun day with Jarrod. He still owes me cookies though. Mmm cookies.

Ridiculously yours, Molly Marie

P.S. Did you catch it?