So let me preface this by saying since getting my driver's license at the age of 16, I have never run out of gas- EVER. So, when David is constantly mentioning how we need to get gas, how are we gonna have enough gas to get here, how will we have enough gas to get there, we need gas for the week, blah blah blah gas blah gas blah gas gas gas blah blah blah. Finally yesterday I flipped out and told him I never wanted to hear the word gas come out of his mouth again. It's like that's all he ever talks about. I don't know if he was doused in gasoline and set on fire as a child, but seriously, this dude is obsessed with gas. (And yes, he thinks flatulence is funny too, ugh!!)
Well, fast forward 24 hours. I knew the car had been telling me low fuel and I had to take the laundry to the laundromat. I figured I'd get gas when I went back to put it in the dryer because I live a block away from 2 gas stations and the laundromat. So, I put the laundry in and head back. Then I go put it in the dryer and figure I will get gas when I go pick the clothes up. Well, as chance would have it, David decides to go back with me to get the laundry (I think it's because I told him the chick working there was really pretty). We go through the bank drive thru on the other end of the parking lot to deposit some cash and I start pulling out of the parking lot and he said something about gas and I said, oops, let's get it after we pick up the clothes. So we park the car, get the clothes, get back in the car aaaaaaaaand... it won't start. It blinks low fuel. He looks at me and I want to die. I knew, from that second forward that I will NEVER hear the end of it. I'm wondering if we should just break up now because I don't know if I can live like this.
Luckily, it was only like half a block to the gas station. It was a breezy and beautiful 75 degrees out. We walked over, bought a one gallon thingamabobber (cause apparently this gas station doesn't believe in good will towards man.) Bought the gallon, put it in the car, then went and filled the gas tank.
All I can say is... man, does it totally suck to be wrong... but I guess having it happen once in my life is okay.
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