I might be a terrible person.
Called my sister tonight. I told her I was stapling something at work and it made me think of her.
She was amused, coworkers were horrified.
Also, gas makes cars go. My gas tank gauge didn't have me at E, but turns out that is what the problem was. (Which makes sense, because that 5 gallons got me reallllly far.) So at least it was easy to fix. Basically, I was Mitch Hedberg in this situation.
"I don't know how to fix a car. If my car breaks down, and the gas tank does not say 'E', I'm fucked. But if the gas tank says 'E', I get all cocky: 'I've got this one, don't worry about it. Let me grab the toolbox...AKA wallet'."
I was less than a mile from work when it happened, but at least I didn't need a tow. Yay!
She was amused, coworkers were horrified.
Also, gas makes cars go. My gas tank gauge didn't have me at E, but turns out that is what the problem was. (Which makes sense, because that 5 gallons got me reallllly far.) So at least it was easy to fix. Basically, I was Mitch Hedberg in this situation.
"I don't know how to fix a car. If my car breaks down, and the gas tank does not say 'E', I'm fucked. But if the gas tank says 'E', I get all cocky: 'I've got this one, don't worry about it. Let me grab the toolbox...AKA wallet'."
I was less than a mile from work when it happened, but at least I didn't need a tow. Yay!