I went to yoga at the ungodly hour of 5:30 (yes, am). On the way back I noticed that my gas light was on.
Yes, the very same gas tank that I resolutionized to keep full.
I decided to go get gas BEFORE going home so that I wouldn’t risk running out of gas with all 3 children in the minivan. (yes, I am kidding. I totally know the EXACT amount of road I can cover after the gas light comes on but I maturing. I am a mother. I have responsibilities.)
I stopped for gas. Filled up. It was 6:55 am and I had a full tank of gas…YEAH.
I got in the car. Turned on the ignition.
click.
Crap.
click.
Crap.
click.
Are you kidding me?
Crap.
I knew blog-Stedman was already miles away on his way to work. I also knew if I called him I would receive the much deserved and often recited “This is why you should keep your gas tank full” lecture in all its glory. With footnotes.
click.
Crap.
click.
Crap.
I stepped out of the car in all my post-yoga glory to check the outside of the car. I don’t know why. What was I expecting?
A big yellow button on the side of my minivan. A flashing sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to the big yellow button. The flashing sign would say, “just press this button to get your car working”.
No button.
Crap.
“Sounds like your battery.”
Crap. (audible)
“I have some jumper cables in the back here, do you want me to try?”
I looked across the pump to an angel of mercy dressed in khaki shorts and a sweatshirt. He almost glowed.
Thanks. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
Thanks again.
Thanks. I really mean it.
A few minutes later I was on my way home.
An hour later I was waiting for a new battery to be installed.
A few hours later I checked my gas gauge.
Whew, still full.
I now have a new resolution…
No more playing chicken with karma.
I know that “crap” feeling. Thank heavens for your angel.
Now, I would have thought it was the alternator or starter, but a battery is much cheaper. I have no idea how long I can drive my 15 passenger van after the “hey stupid, you are almost out of gas light” come on. Once it comes on, I put in 8 gallons to get me back to 1/4 tank. Usually hubby fills 2 cars up every Friday. I drive his to work on weekends and my car on weekdays. I rarely drive the Van in, as it takes 10 gallons of gas round trip.
I was thinking about getting one of those yellow buttons installed on my husband. Where did you say you bought that??
Life is better in yoga pants.
I hear ya about the lecture from the hubby: what the HELL. If he ever called me, stranded and out of gas, I would NEVER in a thousand years say “SEE??? This is why you should always keep your tank at least half full..” Never. Women are clearly the superior (and nicer) sex.
That just sucks 🙁 Thank goodness someone else was at the gas station at this time!
hmmmm, you must have done of those yoga poses wrong, it screwed up your karma, and the holy yogi were taking it out on your car.
namaste.:-)
Hey try having to be at work by 4 am! It is dreadful!I envy you for going to yoga so early! I wouldn’t get up that early unless I had to! Hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna steal your “resolutionizing” of filling up come Jan. I have the same GAS issue. Wait- that sounded kinda gross.