So I'm grabbing the last bit of my junk to head out the door to speed off for work this morning. I toss my luggage rack of a purse in the passenger seat and go to start the car. It would barely turn over. I was like repeating the "OH SHIT please start you bitch!" song in my head before I realized it.
Thankfully, it fired off. I go to situating myself. Seat belt, cell phone on the charger, my purse secured, the radio blaring and the air. I look at the dash board and my gas light is on. hmmmm...
I wasn't the last one in my car so this concerns me immediately. If I were the last one in my car, I would know exactly how far I have to go before I run out of gas. I debate. I decide to take a risk and go for it. The nearest gas station is only 3 miles away.
I'm on the highway and about a 1/4 of a mile from the gas station when my car starts to do the hiccup dance. Let's just say the incompetent asshole that left my car in such a state got an ass chewing instantaneously! I'm thinking to myself things that truly shouldn't be going through my head. Like the different ways I can slam this car cross ways up his ass or how I can siphon the gas out of his truck and set him on fire with it.
As this hiccup dance is occurring, I'm cooing to the damn car. Coaxing it to go just a wee bit further. Not far. Just a few more inches. Then this wild scenario enters my mind. What if I were more than 3 miles from the nearest gas station and I didn't notice the gas light being on or it didn't ding to alert me audibly? I would be stranded on the side of a busy highway.
Now, if I were some slender hottie or if I had on some sensible shoes on, I think I might not have been so pissed off at the things that were going through my mind. I mean... who wants to stop and help a 500 pound sumo wrestler looking chick who might be dressed like a big easter egg? Really. (Well, I didn't put on my lavender blouse and capri pants but I thought about it.)
Needless to say it's been a freaking LOVERLY Monday.
So do you drive someone else's car and drive it till the gas is all gone then not alert them that it needs gas? If so, why? I will want to bitch slap you if you do.
Thankfully, it fired off. I go to situating myself. Seat belt, cell phone on the charger, my purse secured, the radio blaring and the air. I look at the dash board and my gas light is on. hmmmm...
I wasn't the last one in my car so this concerns me immediately. If I were the last one in my car, I would know exactly how far I have to go before I run out of gas. I debate. I decide to take a risk and go for it. The nearest gas station is only 3 miles away.
I'm on the highway and about a 1/4 of a mile from the gas station when my car starts to do the hiccup dance. Let's just say the incompetent asshole that left my car in such a state got an ass chewing instantaneously! I'm thinking to myself things that truly shouldn't be going through my head. Like the different ways I can slam this car cross ways up his ass or how I can siphon the gas out of his truck and set him on fire with it.
As this hiccup dance is occurring, I'm cooing to the damn car. Coaxing it to go just a wee bit further. Not far. Just a few more inches. Then this wild scenario enters my mind. What if I were more than 3 miles from the nearest gas station and I didn't notice the gas light being on or it didn't ding to alert me audibly? I would be stranded on the side of a busy highway.
Now, if I were some slender hottie or if I had on some sensible shoes on, I think I might not have been so pissed off at the things that were going through my mind. I mean... who wants to stop and help a 500 pound sumo wrestler looking chick who might be dressed like a big easter egg? Really. (Well, I didn't put on my lavender blouse and capri pants but I thought about it.)
Needless to say it's been a freaking LOVERLY Monday.
So do you drive someone else's car and drive it till the gas is all gone then not alert them that it needs gas? If so, why? I will want to bitch slap you if you do.