Winter in NYC. First snowfall and my shitty minivan got stuck at the bottom of a hill. Our house is on the top of the hill. Far better drivers than me (everyone I know) struggled to get the car up.
An inch of snow and a minor hill and I was totally grounded.
It’s going to be a long winter.

This morning I drove the van to a tire place and got snow tires put on. This is my last ditch attempt to let the van show its worthiness.

The tire guy told me I had to bring the car in to have the tires rotated at the end of the winter.
“Um, excuse me sir,” I whisper. “But don’t the tires rotate on their own? I mean isn’t that what tires do?”
Blank stare. Awkward laugh.
Apparently rotate means switch places.
Another day, another lesson.