It’s about 8 pm and I REALLY want some pink grapefruit juice but of course there’s none in the fridge. I hop in the car and drive about a half mile to Wawa. The “low fuel” indicator keeps buzzing all the way there. As I leave Wawa I say to myself, hmmm maybe I should get gas. Nah, I still have a quarter tank left despite that stupid low fuel thingy…it can wait til morning.
*Zooms past gas station*
About a block later my car goes “putt-putt-putt” and just stops…on a very busy street that also happens to be on a bus route. I immediately turn on my hazards yet idiots sit behind me instead of going around.
Let me call Mr. Dad (my stepdad) and ask him what to do. Oops left the cell phone on my bed!
I turn off the car and restart it. “Putt-Putt” then nothing. Did I just run out of gas??? *Disbelief* I get out of the car and walk across the street to a Wendy’s to see if I could use a phone. Before I get inside I change my mind and decide to walk down to the gas station, hoping that they’d have one of those gas containers that I could fill up. Two guys riding through Wendy’s drive-thru ask if I need some help. Thank God. I tell them that I think I’ve run out of gas and they offer to push my car down the hill to the gas station. The one guy actually gets in the car, puts it in neutral, and makes a U-turn, then just maneuvers it down the hill to the gas station that I’d JUST passed. Once in the gas station they physically push it over to the pump.
Going forward when my car says “get fuel dumbass” I’ll listen!
One of the guys helping me with my car, an older Jamaican guy, asked if I was married. *sigh* I wanted to lie because he’s SO not my type. I ended up giving him my number and he’s called four times already – this all just happened last night. I should have said “I appreciate your help but I’m not interested.” We’ll definitely be having that conversation today though.
