Today started off like any other day. I woke up.
And then on my way to an appointment my car started to give me attitude.
While half of me was swearing (“not now you piece-of-shit-excuse-for-a-car!), the other half was negotiating with the gods that be (“please let me get to my appointment. I swear. I’ll never . . . uh, swear again.”)
And then my car died. Which technically doesn’t hold me to any false promises of never swearing again, right?
Turns out that I ran out of gas. Now before you roll your eyes and label me dumb as a door knob, let me say that my gas gage is a little off.
Translation: it doesn’t work most of the time but works some of the time so I never know – never REALLY know – how much gas I have so I use the “0” button on the kilometre thingy except that I always forget to reset it.
Apart from that my car works perfectly fine.
The good news is that I’m a member of CAA and they came to my rescue with $10 worth of gas (procedure). With the price of gas these days, you’d think that filling up would come complete with insurance and an apple pie. (It doesn’t.) My $10’s worth of rescue gas got me as far as the next gas station, which luckily was across the street.