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so. holy shit, I've had a scary hour and a half.
it started when my sister called around 9:30 to ask me to pick her up from Skatequest. She told me to wait, like, 10 minutes before picking her up. I called my dad to tell him I was leaving and finished the game of backgammon I was involved in. Around 9:50 I left to get her. Just as I was leaving the court (turning onto Hemingway), the truck shuddered and pretty much died. Basically, I was bone dry out of gas. I called my dad, he said he was about 30 minutes away, but there was a tank of gas in the shed. I hate going in the shed. But, I ran in there and grabbed the measly 2 gallons of gas that was in there. I stuck in in the truck, called my sister to tell her I would be late, and went up to Shell (by Hooters) to get some gas. I went there instead of any of the much closer gas stations (Sheetz for example), because before my dad left for the weekend he gave me a Shell credit card. So, I get up there, and swiped the card, only to find out that it was freaking expired. As of, like, 5 days. So, I called my dad back to tell him that there was just another mishap in my wonderful evening. So, he told me to check and see if the money he had put into my bank account earlier on today went through, and if so, to take some money out and get some gas. Finally, as a stroke of good luck, there was money in there. I got $10 of gas, which is about 3 gallons, added to the 2 gallons or whatever I still had in there, got me home, and got Sarah to her friends house.
Regardless, I was fucking scared.
On the other hand, I have pocky and cake icing ^___^
and, despite being scared pretty much shitless, I am in a really good mood.
*poof*
it started when my sister called around 9:30 to ask me to pick her up from Skatequest. She told me to wait, like, 10 minutes before picking her up. I called my dad to tell him I was leaving and finished the game of backgammon I was involved in. Around 9:50 I left to get her. Just as I was leaving the court (turning onto Hemingway), the truck shuddered and pretty much died. Basically, I was bone dry out of gas. I called my dad, he said he was about 30 minutes away, but there was a tank of gas in the shed. I hate going in the shed. But, I ran in there and grabbed the measly 2 gallons of gas that was in there. I stuck in in the truck, called my sister to tell her I would be late, and went up to Shell (by Hooters) to get some gas. I went there instead of any of the much closer gas stations (Sheetz for example), because before my dad left for the weekend he gave me a Shell credit card. So, I get up there, and swiped the card, only to find out that it was freaking expired. As of, like, 5 days. So, I called my dad back to tell him that there was just another mishap in my wonderful evening. So, he told me to check and see if the money he had put into my bank account earlier on today went through, and if so, to take some money out and get some gas. Finally, as a stroke of good luck, there was money in there. I got $10 of gas, which is about 3 gallons, added to the 2 gallons or whatever I still had in there, got me home, and got Sarah to her friends house.
Regardless, I was fucking scared.
On the other hand, I have pocky and cake icing ^___^
and, despite being scared pretty much shitless, I am in a really good mood.
*poof*