Thu, 14 Dec 2017 01:39:44 +0000
shortstories

I look at the dash, gasp, juggle reading glasses at the lights, the letters TPMS shine back. A temperature alert? I don’t hang around, its pitch black, I’m in a blizzard of blowing snow, heart pumping, I just want to get home, not stranded in the -20, apply more gas, ...breath.

I park in the drive, wasting no precious time negotiating the garage and quickly turn the key off ....relief ...safe. Turns out TPMS is just the Tire Pressure Management System, messed up by extreme cold. #shortstories