I thought having a boyfriend meant you didn't have to do this shit

Go figure. The first time I have to change the tire by myself, my boyfriend is standing over me, slave driving me. You'd think that my wearing a dress and no underwear (I like to feel the springtime breeze!) and having a strong able-bodied male at my side would have immediately exempt me. You'd also think by the way I'm cranking the jack that I'm left-handed. Neither proved true. Luckily I had ESP (emergency sweat pants) and the strength of two men in my left biscep. I changed that tire.