I Ran Out of Luck, and Gas. Oh Crap.
My truck and I have come to a benchmark in our relationship. We ran out of gas. Not figuratively, as you do in a relationship with a sentient being. But literally. It was very embarrassing. It was one of those new relationship situations. You just don’t know how far you can push. How far below e can you go, before you stop going? I’ve been through this with every vehicle that I’ve owned. I’m sure there is some complicated psychological reason for why I continue to drive with money in my pocket and the needle just below e. It’s a strange game that I play with my car. Until I lose. Because nothing shouts, “Failure as a grown up!”, louder than schlepping a plastic, red gas can back to your car in the break down lane. Game over.