So there I was, sputtering my way to the gas station with only a mile to go when the van died.
Keep the lectures to yourself, please. This isn’t the first time I’ve run out of gas and I feel like a complete idiot when it happens.
After sitting in the van watching cars fly by with nary a thought of stopping, The Teens ™ and I got out and started walking. A mile seems a lot longer when you’re walking it, especially when watching the Good Christians haul @$$ to their local place of worship.
(Yes, I’m a bit bitter about it. Three females walking down the road, and nobody did so much as slow down.)
$5.99 for a gas can + $2000 for a gallon of gas, and back to the car the three of us walked.
As I was getting the last of the gas into the van, not one but TWO people actually stopped. Both were people I knew, but had no phone numbers for – the neighbors you wave at but for whatever reason don’t hang with.
Okay, NOW you can laugh at me.