But I did feel like a baller for having an air compressor. This is particularly great, because I actually didn't have my license on me (bad, I know...), nor my AAA card. But the REASON I didn't have my license on me was because I took my jacket off to help a guy load up furniture I sold on behalf of my housemate. And THEN I was running late to my appointment because the people who'd come to view the house parked me in, and I had to go find them (lol, of fucking course they did).
Please be okay, bb tire! YOU'RE BRAND NEW, GODDAMN IT.
In other words, I have achieved manhood today because I loaded furniture, used a Torx screwdriver for the first time, de- and re-installed a heavy, 1895-era door, and reinflated a tire. Mazel tov, self, mazel tov.