Yesterday morning started as it usually does.
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.
The dreaded “click”…glad an angel was there to help you along your merry way.
This weekend . . . the car stalled at the gas station, just feet from the pump. We laughed at each other as the hubs hopped out to push. In the pouring rain.
Karma likes to send warnings and then laugh her head off . . .
I’m still stuttering in awe over you doing yoga at 5:30am. You ARE a stud.
i think ‘playing chicken with nirvana’ should be the name of something. but what!?
It sounds like you dodged a bullet this time!
And also, yoga at 5:30 am? I bow down.
You have all the fun. 🙂
“Click – Crap” – HA! What a great title and funny story. I always run my gas down to fumes – I’m just stupid like that.
Have a good Friday, Holly – see you – Kellan
Yes. This happened to me once on a ferry… You know a boat for cars? I was first in line and my car did the same thing – turn key, click, nothing. They tried jumping the car. Didn’t work. The nice ferry operator and his buddy pushed the car off of the ferry and called a tow truck for me. It was awful. There was no warning, either, that the battery was about to die. One minute – running fine, next minute – nothing.
there is nothing like a guardian angel in khaki shorts and a sweatshirt.
but my question for you is: why didn’t your car come equipped with an “easy” button? *cue deep and annoying voice* THAT was easy!!!!
Glad you had the jumper-cable-angel on your side!!