When I left the house today, my gas light came on. No biggie, right, because I was driving the Honda and that sucker can go for 35 miles on a gallon. Thank the Heavens because I ended up eeking out every mile.
I not-so-smartly decided to get gas on the way home after work instead of first thing on the frigid morning. So, this afternoon, I pulled into the gas station, popped the tank, and went to pay. Then, holy friggen hell, I couldn't find my wallet. I searched every inch of the car and my pockets for loose change, and none was to be found. We had cleaned the car out a few weeks ago. Lovely. I took my purse in the other car yesterday. I didn't retrieve it this morning. Feck!
Then, wahoo! I found Mom's old check card in the console. It says it doesn't expire until the end if this month. I was saved! Nope. DECLINED. Apparently once you use a new card, the old one no longer works. Ahhhhh! No money, no gas, so I called the Hubs. Thankfully he was close to our house and not in a neighboring state ( like usual) and could meet me at another station. I has visions of pan-handling until he answered the phone. It wasn't pretty. I was dirty and searching for cardboard and a sharpie.
I have never squinched my butt so much in nervous anticipation as I did every time I got to gas burning stoplight on red. There are entirely TOO MANY between my work and home.
Needless to say, I'll be doing a wallet check before driving out of my yard from now on. I also plan to replenish my emergency money stash.
If I had been in the gas guzzling Yukon,I would have been screwed... And pissed. That likely would have been a much saucier blog, though. It's okay, I know you just thought bad Karma for my next post. Uh huh.
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