Was that Sanjaya in that Lexus? Or Another American Idol?
So there was a Lexus SUV across the street for over an hour today. With a woman just sitting in the car. Didn't seem like she was casing the street for robberies. It was a dumb place to park - we live on a busy street just after the crest of a hill. Lo and behold, up pulls another SUV. Drug deal!? No. The dingbat ran out of gas. It was probably her husband holding the little red gas can.
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3 comments:
Hey! I, in true dingbat form, have run out of gas before! It's been a while, since if you do it once, you really don't want it to happen again. I really hate when I'm leaving the house for an appointment with no time to spare and the tank is near empty. Do I risk running out of gas on the 520 bridge or show up 10 minutes late? Decisions, decisions...
Lawrer, you need my husband, who has drummed it into me that going under half a tank is a mortal/venial sin. Never to be done. I've coasted on fumes once or twice, but the thought of calling Herr Husband for the little red gas can makes me pull into the old Citgo PDQ! And in CT our gas is close to $3.00 a gallon! KIM
LOLOLOL. I love it! Thank God it was only the gas. It could have been the transmission!
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