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Friday, November 16, 2007

this is what a full tank of gas looks look...sometimes i forget

On Wednesday I did something I never thought I would do. I ran out of gas. TWO.BLOCKS.FROM.HOME. I had been driving on E for awhile but I pride myself on knowing when I need to get gas. Normally I reset the trip odometer when the low gas light comes on. But Josh and I were already using the trip odometer to measure how many miles we drove over the weekend when the light went off so I didn't want to reset it.

I knew I was low, like really low. I had decided when I left work I would go home and then first thing drive up to BP to put gas in my car. That plan didn't so much work out. I was coming up to a stop sign two and a half blocks away from my apartment. My car did this weird puttering sound. And then it died. (Thankfully not in the middle of the road.) I tried to start it again but knew that I had killed it.

I called Josh to come rescue me. The call went something like this:
J: Hi Baby!
K: Josh! I.just.ran.out.of.gas.TWO.blocks.from.home.hurry.and.come.help.me!

Luckily I only had to wave past like three cars but it was still really embarrassing. Of course, now I'm telling the Internet so whatever... I'm pretty sure I pissed off my car though. Yesterday the "Service Engine Soon" light came on. We stopped at AutoZone and apparently my coolant was low.

Josh thinks it's my fault because I don't treat my car that well. I reminded him that I always get the oiled changed regularly and keep the tires filled (usually). Things that have gone wrong aren't my fault. Like I said to Josh last night, "Do I look like a car person?". He asked what that was. I said, "You know, those people that know things...about cars".

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posted by kimberly, 8:03 AM


1 Comments:

It's okay if you tell embarrassing things to the internet, because I'm pretty sure that's what it was invented for.

I, too, wait until the last possible minute to put gas in my car. It drives Jeremy nuts. He fills up when he gets down to a quarter of a tank. I've only run out once, back when I had my Pathfinder, and fortunately it was at the top of the bridge and the gas station was at the bottom, so I lucked out. Now I have a car that tells me how many miles I have left on the tank, so it kind of takes the fun out of it. :)

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