Gas Lights

For those of you who don't know, I am a freak when it comes to gas lights.  I can trace it back to the summer after my 10th grade year.  A friend and I were on the way to the beach.  I let my friend drive my car, so we're just cruising along and then he says, "Oh, we're kinda low on gas, we'll just stop at the next gas station we see."  So we kept cruising...and cruising...and cruising.  We didn't realize we were in the middle of effing NOWHERE.  So I start to panic thinking we're gonna ruin my car's engine (and I had just gotten her maybe a month before), and he calls his dad and has a plan for his dad to bring us gas from the beach, and it was just a mess.  My heartrate was probably 140 the whole time.  What felt like an eternity later, we find a gas station, and I swear we rolled in there on freakin fumes.  So since then, I usually don't let my gas gauge get below the 1/4 mark, much less to let the gas light come on.


Well, two Saturdays ago, Hunter and I went on a date night to Bluffton, and we took my car since she's so much more gas-efficient.  We were on the way to dinner after doing some tennis-shoe-shopping, and he said, "You're a little low on gas, do you want to get some before dinner or do you want to get it on the way home from work on Monday morning?"  I was pretty darn hungry at this point and we were going to Jim-N-Nicks, which is this delicious BBQ joint.  So I told him that I'd just get it on my way home from work.  Well, on my way to work the next night I'm on the phone with a friend and I see my gas light come on and I freak out.  But per usual, I'm running late to work and can't stop.  I sat there and fretted about it all night at work.  I got gas the next morning on my way home from work and everything was fine.


On the way home from the lake this Sunday, I was getting a little low on gas but this time I okayed the lowness.  Hunter drove his car to go get dinner, and he was aware that his gas light was on.  I tried not to look at it, but about halfway to our destination, I start getting slightly panicky.  And of course, all the traffic lights that we come across are red.  But again, we pull in and we fill up and we're fine.  But we were very close to not being fine.

Hunter has a 24-gallon tank.  He put 23.469 gallons in his tank.  Talk about a close call.


Last night on the way to work, my gas light came on again, although this time it was my fault.  I had been to the oral surgeon to talk about getting my wisdom teeth out and was just rushing around and didn't get gas.  So I told myself that I'd get gas on my way home in the morning because again, I was running late.  Well, I got sent home in the middle of the night because the chaos at work had calmed down.  And I was not about to stop at 2:30 a.m. in Beaufort to get gas and get raped and pillaged.  So I spazzed all the way home.  I calmed down once I got home and slept for a while and completely forgot about it until I went to work out today.  I looked at my car and I was like, "Oh crap!  I hope she starts up!"  So I get in my car, put the key in the ignition, and PTL she started up!  I didn't fill up my tank because I had to go to the closest, more expensive gas station, but I'm sure she would have been pretty darn low.


Kinda pointless stories, but it happened and I thought I'd share.  Today was watering day for my flowers!  Here's an update on that situation:

Fran's arrangement still looking beautiful!

But these are my Lantana!!  They're growing back!!  Hunter says he just needs to get some drill bits and we'll poke some holes in the bottom of this mofo.

Another comparison photo.  My flowers just look so pitiful, still.

Have a blessed Wednesday!  I'm off to work!  Let's hope I'm not late...

Who am I kidding, I probably will be.