Buying Tires, Like A Big Girl

I have always been a fairly independant person, except when it comes to dealing with any kind of sales person, or getting any kind of work done on my car in an actual automotive shop.

I dont like being pressured to buy things, or make important decissions with someone staring me down.  I never do anything having to deal with my car in a professional place without my dad, brother, or a male friend.

I have a confession to make right here and now. Im fairly knowledgable about cars, i can change my own oil, jump my own battery, and any other normal maitenance thing, but i have no confidence about it, and i get intimidated quite easily by people who know more. Considering i come from a family of car people, and car people and mormons pretty much sum up the groups of people i interacted the most with until i was about 20, and car people dropped out of that picture a litte, i should be brimming with confidence. I do know stuff.

I have always been afraid of getting ripped off in car places, because im a girl. Still have that fear, even though the person selling me tires today was a woman, and i totally did my home work before coming in to get said tires.

But, today is a big day, because courage is not the absence of fear, but the knowledge that something is more important than fear. Driving around safely, and in a timely fashion has become more important, so i am here. In a tire shop. By myself. And i chose my own tires. My dad isnt here to hold my hand and do it for me. Neither is anyone else.

It would appear, at three months from 32, I have finally grown up and become an adult. Good job me. Five gold stars, and yay!! New tires.