A quarter to nine

It was vague, as most premonitions are, except in one distinct area: the time. At 8:45 on Monday, something dreadfully terrible would be happening. I shrugged it off — it’s not like I haven’t had such things before — and let it go.

It came back.

Several times last week, starting late Tuesday, the day I was most recently let out of the emergency room, this same premonition came to me. In my current easily-scared mode, I should not have been surprised to find myself dwelling on it.

Monday morning came: first a doctor’s appointment, then presumably back to work. It’s a long haul, so I pulled out early.

The noises began around I-44 eastbound and the Broadway Distention. Sounded like a wheel bearing on the fritz, though it could just as easily have been the riced-up Honda that was hugging the right lane.

They got louder. Finally, an explosion. The Honda had pulled away. I eased myself over to the shoulder and called 911.

It was a quarter to nine.

The right rear tire was pronounced by a gentleman from the Highway Patrol to be a total loss. Unbidden, he offered to swap the spare for it, and who am I to say no to the OHP?

Shortly thereafter, my boss arrived, and noted that the spare looked pretty low but was probably better than nothing. “There’s a compressor in the trunk,” I said, because of course there is. I am as defensive a person as you’ll find anywhere.

I then hied myself to my usual tire shop, on the basis that all these tires were about the same age — going on four years — and therefore I should probably replace the lot.

Which I did.





8 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    21 November 2016 · 12:19 pm

    Creepy!

    That said, I think I’d rather have the premonitions and be on guard. (I had a tire go South on me last Christmas trying to get to the train station. I managed, but barely, to make my train, after getting help replacing it with the spare and probably driving farther than is advisable on one of those stupid donuts).

    I will say once or twice in my life I have gotten a sense of “things will be all right after all” when I was worried about something, and that is a very welcome feeling….both times I can think of, trusting the feeling was the right course.

  2. McG »

    21 November 2016 · 6:35 pm

    Whoever sends premonitions could stand to offer more complete information. Maybe they’re limited, like tweets, but with even fewer characters.

  3. CGHill »

    21 November 2016 · 7:01 pm

    I’d appreciate that. I think.

    Or maybe it’s better not to know too much.

  4. ETat »

    21 November 2016 · 8:45 pm

    Amazing that you got exact time and day.
    I often have an uneasy feeling – that something unpleasant will happen, and often it does. But I always think it’s my conscience talking, when I’ve done something I myself not proud of, then I reflexively expect to be punished , and so it happens.
    But I never get the clear date and time!

    Glad you escaped in one piece.

    ps
    “in other news”, as you say: you’re working? in your condition?

  5. CGHill »

    21 November 2016 · 8:54 pm

    I have to bring in some money somehow. I’m too young to retire at what are laughingly called “full benefits,” and the reduced sum they pay at this age isn’t enough to keep up the house.

  6. Roger Green »

    22 November 2016 · 4:17 am

    Those damn premonitions NEVER give complete info – such a tease! Glad you’re OK!

  7. Joe »

    22 November 2016 · 7:45 am

    Do do doo do

  8. McG »

    22 November 2016 · 10:06 am

    If they gave enough information that the premonitions are always thwarted, no one would believe them. Like the MSM, premonition-senders care more about whether you believe them, than about actually helping you avoid getting hurt.

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