Okay, so on my drive in to work (whilst leisurely enjoying my organic vanilla yogurt with berries and granola) I struck some freakishly large, foreign object that was nary suppose to be on the side of the roadway. The result.... a humongous bubble of the side of tire.
Newish car. No tire warranty. Dang it.
This is where my fortuitous nature that I'm always on the lookout for the best deal in town comes in handy. Called around, compared prices - haggled. Got a price match that beat the best deal saving me $25.57 on the price that I was quoted by the same establishment in the first place. Amazing how that works eh? 
My darling little Passat, I just have to say....sometimes you make me so mad! First, it was the "special" power steering fluid that you had to have that I drove all the way downtown to get you because none of the regular auto parts stores carry it - now the "special" H-rated tire that you must wear. How prissy you are! Your "special" tire has now been ordered, just for you because I love you so much. Your punishment is that you have to wear that UGLY spare for an entire day - HA! I know, it shames me too.
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