Lug Nut Crisis

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Over the last month or so, I’ve been showing a lot of new construction. So when one of my tires began to need air every couple of weeks, I figured I’d picked up a nail at a building site somewhere. Yesterday I finally pulled into the BP Station at the corner of Connecticut Avenue and Fessenden Street to get it checked out.

I wasn’t ready for what came next. I figured they would take off the tire, find the leak and plug it up. But no-oh!

My fancy real estate car has a little security device that keeps bad guys from stealing my tires. You actually need a key to loosen the lug nuts. Tire Guy said the key must be somewhere in my trunk. That’s when I knew I was in trouble.

I usually keep the passenger compartment in my car reasonably tidy, and I accomplish this by emptying all sorts of stuff into my trunk a couple of times each week – all of the stray contract forms, Multiple Listing descriptions, empty styrofoam cups, clothes that I haven’t had a chance to take to the cleaners, a case of wine, Sparky’s blanket, my stash of St. Anthony statues, and Open House arrows. It isn’t pretty.

Before I knew it, Tire Guy had the contents of the trunk tossed into a 4 foot high pile on the ground. “Oh, God!” I thought, “What if a client or colleague pulls in for gas?” One more opportunity for public humiliation!

Over the couple of decades, I’ve seen a lot of new technology that’s helped make things easier for real estate agents. Computers, virtual tours, cell phones, navigation systems, and electronic door openers. A lot of this stuff that really helps. But a lug nut lock to safeguard my Michelines?

Tire Guy did find the key and my tire problem is solved. And from now on, if you want to steal my tires, the key now lives in my glove compartment.

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