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.
Wow…not creepy Jamaican dude calling you 4 times between last night and today! Damn I love call blocker.:x:x:x
That 4 has turned into 12 (+ 3 voicemails) and I’m actually afraid to answer the phone at this point.
Comment by Carmen — February 20, 2007 @ 4:06 pm
I can relate. I just ran out of gas a couple of nights ago on my way home from work. I passed all kinds of gas stations but was too lazy to stop…IT WAS COLD!! I pulled over and called a friend to “COME GET ME!!” I couldn’t believe I ran outta gas. But just like you said when my gas light thingy comes on, I WILL STOP FOR GAS!!
Yeah it was cold, that can be my excuse too! LOL
Comment by Kay — February 20, 2007 @ 5:04 pm
LOL @ this story..sorry to laugh, but this was me a few months ago..my cheap ass likes to drive around for a few days with the gas light flashing..glad you got help..sorry u finna be going on a date with Shabba!
Did you really say Shabba? SMH LOL
Comment by V — February 20, 2007 @ 7:30 pm
Girl, I need to teach you a few words so that you can cuss him out in JA patois. Wait a min…that might just fuel the fire ahahaha! Tell him that he’s a ‘fassie’ and “nuh call mi nuh more… CHUCK OFF!” HAHAHAHA! Trust me. It’ll work.
Comment by ms. complexity — February 23, 2007 @ 3:51 am
Why do men think that 12 calls in one day will get them anywhere.
I used to ride on empty all the time until I realized my car had trouble starting up when I did that. So now no matter how hot or cold or lazy I get I stop for gas when I realize I’m running low. There aren’t any gas stations for a long stretch between work and home.
Comment by Honest — February 25, 2007 @ 5:35 pm
Clearly he isn’t familiar with Caller ID. OR stalker laws. But isn’t it the best when someone helps you out and expects nothing in return? Gives you faith in people. Then you run up against some crazed stalker-caller and it’s all ruined. Have a man answer and tell him y’all just got engaged.
Comment by Hostess — February 27, 2007 @ 1:24 pm
Hey the those indicator lights can be a God send, but you have to know your indvidual car. Some cars, when the light goes on you have roughly 5-10 miles before kput! Others you can eeek out more miles, it all depends on your car. And once you know the limit you’ll never be stranded again.
Oh and on your new stalker, that’s too bad because it’s always refreshing to see a man come to the aid of a woman in distress, but ole boy exhibiting some real stalker behavior, sadly, you may end up having to change the number. Plus he’s too old to have such little game. When I was playing I don’t think I ever asked for one number. I’d always let the lady decide, it’s a little more intriging that way to me.
Comment by MistaO — March 2, 2007 @ 9:07 am