irony in action!
This is as good as it gets: Running out of gas on the way home from the car show. I love it.
So yes, I ran out of gas. I am officially a degenerate. Who runs out of gas? Ayan was here this weekend and wanted to kill me because I must have said, "Can you believe I ran out of gas???" about eight times yesterday night and today.
The thing is, I really can't believe I ran out of gas. Sorry to everyone who has done this-and I know many people have-but how retarded do you have to be to run out of gas. There's a GAUGE. And gas stations EVERYWHERE. And I am UNEMPLOYED. What else do I have to do with my time? It just irritates me that I can no longer say, "Nope, I'm not that stupid." Yes, I am that stupid.
I pretty much knew it was going to happen, because we were downtown and way past dead red and stuck behind every asshole driver in Chicago. On the highway home, while I was praying to just make it two more exits, I felt the gas pedal slow under my foot. I imagine that's what it must feel like when your water breaks. You're like, Hmm, something is happening, I have no control over it ... Yep. Shit.
Ayan is right, though: If it had to happen, it couldn't have happened "better." We were a block from TWO gas stations, the sun was still out, and it was only 'fo cold, rather than mofo cold. So Ayan walked and bought a cute little container of gas (I wish I had my camera!) and when the car woke up we drove to the station and filled 'er up. And then home we drove, with me eyeing the gas gauge, oh, about every two seconds.
It happened, it's done. I'm over it.
Well, not really. Can you BELIEVE I ran out of gas?!?!
So yes, I ran out of gas. I am officially a degenerate. Who runs out of gas? Ayan was here this weekend and wanted to kill me because I must have said, "Can you believe I ran out of gas???" about eight times yesterday night and today.
The thing is, I really can't believe I ran out of gas. Sorry to everyone who has done this-and I know many people have-but how retarded do you have to be to run out of gas. There's a GAUGE. And gas stations EVERYWHERE. And I am UNEMPLOYED. What else do I have to do with my time? It just irritates me that I can no longer say, "Nope, I'm not that stupid." Yes, I am that stupid.
I pretty much knew it was going to happen, because we were downtown and way past dead red and stuck behind every asshole driver in Chicago. On the highway home, while I was praying to just make it two more exits, I felt the gas pedal slow under my foot. I imagine that's what it must feel like when your water breaks. You're like, Hmm, something is happening, I have no control over it ... Yep. Shit.
Ayan is right, though: If it had to happen, it couldn't have happened "better." We were a block from TWO gas stations, the sun was still out, and it was only 'fo cold, rather than mofo cold. So Ayan walked and bought a cute little container of gas (I wish I had my camera!) and when the car woke up we drove to the station and filled 'er up. And then home we drove, with me eyeing the gas gauge, oh, about every two seconds.
It happened, it's done. I'm over it.
Well, not really. Can you BELIEVE I ran out of gas?!?!