We go from the tire place to Starbucks and are just about to the library when we get call saying that there are locking bolts on Don's tires and they can't get them off without the special bolt head. Alright... so we get my book, and quickly turn around... Don's says the locking bolt is in his car.
So we decide to go to the VW dealership to get a new one. The VW dealership (which is 15 miles in the opposite direction from the tire place) says that the locking bolts are chosen AT RANDOM and there are at least 15 of them... so if he doesn't have the car with him, there is nothing they can do. So back to the tire place through traffic we go. We have now been doing this for just under two hours, and the kids are bored out of their little minds.
We get back there, drop Don off, (two hours of getting nowhere and the kids are starting to get twitchy) and I take the kids to the park while we wait. We wait and wait, and then we go to Micheal's to pick up a couple of things... Don goes BACK to the VW dealership, has them put new bolts on his tires. We wait some more while Don goes BACK to the tire place and has them put the tires we just bought on his car.... The kids and I stop by the pet store to look at the fishies and grab a couple quarters worth of candy from the vending machines for my children who are just now starting to lose patience (I was done hours ago, they did way better than me).
It is now 1:30pm, Logan is cranky and crying, and it is 98*... no one is going to the beach today. So we go home.