There are two things I can’t seem to get away from while in Switzerland. Misplaced keys and flat tires. Can you believe that BOTH happened to me last Sunday night?! If you’re new around here, and you haven’t heard about my key and tire drama, you can catch up by reading the following posts:
- McFlurries in a Mercedes with a Mexican – I don’t want to spoil the ending, but let’s just say there was a debacle with my keys
- “Pneu,” not “bleu” – my first flat tire in Switzerland, which resulted in borrowing a friend’s minivan to drive four friends to France for the weekend
- Road Trippin’ on a Spare – my second flat tire in Switzerland happened at the start of a road trip, but we kept going all weekend long
After the first incident, I had the garage dispose of my winter tires and put the spring ones on my car. I knew I would need to buy four winter tires in the fall. After the second flat, I had to buy two tires (since Switzerland won’t let you buy just one). Then, two or three weeks ago, I took advantage of a promotion to purchase all four winter tires. So, within six weeks, I purchased six tires. Given that I’ll be leaving Switzerland in 2016, I thought that would be the end of my tire woes.
While I was in Scotland, my neighbor texted me to tell me that I had a flat tire on my car. A flat tire?!? I JUST had brand new tires put on the car two or three days before leaving for the UK. And since then, it’s been sitting in my garage! I tried to file that away as something I would have to deal with upon my return (as if Monday mornings aren’t fun enough).
Our final flight was delayed on Sunday night, and I sprinted for the train to avoid having to wait another hour to get home. The train arrived in Vevey after 11:30pm, and I took a taxi up to my apartment. When I arrived, I started rummaging in my coat pocket for my key, and it wasn’t there. Now, I know better than to put my key in an unzipped coat pocket, but even when I realized that during the trip, I didn’t move it to a secure place in my bag. And boy did I pay the consequences for that! I had to google “locksmith Vevey” praying that there was a 24/7 service in our tiny town. Miraculously, there was, and the man who answered the phone said someone would come in 25 minutes.
At 12:10 or 12:15, a man showed up with a toolbox. He picked the lock to my building in less than 10 seconds (which made me feel really secure). But at my apartment door, the real tools came out. Excessive drilling was required, which made me cringe. It was after 12:30am, and this is Switzerland – a place where people call the police for noise! All of this was happening while I was literally jumping / dancing around to keep the motion sensor from turning off the light. Once in the apartment, the man had to drill again to put everything back together. All of this felt like it was taking forever – partly because I was paranoid about the noise, and partly because I was so tired and feeling really sick!
The best part? (Sense the sarcasm.) This little mishap cost me 260 CHF! (100 CHF of that was because he had to come after midnight!) Baahhh! The worst part? (Sense the sadness.) I lost a Tiffany & Co. key chain that a friend bought me for my birthday several years ago. I loved it, and I’m so sad that it’s gone.
On Monday morning, I went downstairs to survey the situation of my flat tire, and sure enough…it was flat as a pancake!
The mechanic that partners with Nestlé wouldn’t come to my house to deal with it, so I had to call my roadside assistance to come put the spare on. When he arrived, he filled it with air and did a lot of examining to find out where it was leaking. He determine nothing was wrong with the tire. How can nothing be wrong when it was completely flat?!? I asked him to put the spare on anyway, since I had to drive to Lausanne for the evening, and I didn’t want to risk my fourth flat tire.
The next day, the garage came to pick up the car from the office. They examined the tire, and they said nothing was wrong with it either!! I guess it will remain an unsolvable mystery as to why it went completely flat while I was away! To add insult to injury, the garage didn’t park my car in the same place I left it, which resulted in me and my boss running through the five floors of the employee parking garage looking for a car without an alarm. Turns out, the garage parked it in the Visitors parking lot.
Here’s hoping that last weekend really was the end of my key and tire drama for the duration of my stay in Switzerland!