Gosh, why I am!
Today I ran out of gas. Chevrolet lied - my TrailBlazer does not hold 22 gallons. Because when I filled it up after my little episode, it only took 18 gallons.
And - apparently, gas is my car's life force. I was on Burnet Road and I couldn't accelerate. I got into a parking lot by the Grace of God, and then it died. EVERYTHING. Including the A/C and radio. Thanks to Keith, because he was the only friend I knew with a portable gas can, he was able to put just enough gas to get me back to the Exxon.
I haven't done something that stupid since I was 16 with my first car and the experience of running out of gas was so humiliating, I haven't done it since. Oh well, must be my age these days - 20 years later.
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