My husband apparently likes to live "on the edge". He was airborne in the Army, was in the Marines, was a police office and worked undercover for the
drug task force. He liked danger, I guess.
Now that he lives a fairly normal life, I guess he gets his 'thrills' from seeing just how far can he really go on that ounce of gas left in his truck. He has run out of gas (no kidding) at LEAST 10 times in the last three years. That's not counting the times that he's called me, and said "Ok! Be ready, I may need you to get gas and meet me." and then has made it to a gas station - or the few times he's coasted down the hill into a gas station.
He just called. "be on alert! I don't know if I'll make it!"
Seriously. He drove past TWO gas stations this morning. He actually STOPPED
at one to buy a cup of coffee.
He says it's because the gauge in his truck is not quite right, so when it shows low, it's actually just about out. Um. Okay. That is a valid excuse for the FIRST time you run out of gas. Not the 10th time.
Seriously? Again?
Now that he lives a fairly normal life, I guess he gets his 'thrills' from seeing just how far can he really go on that ounce of gas left in his truck. He has run out of gas (no kidding) at LEAST 10 times in the last three years. That's not counting the times that he's called me, and said "Ok! Be ready, I may need you to get gas and meet me." and then has made it to a gas station - or the few times he's coasted down the hill into a gas station.
He just called. "be on alert! I don't know if I'll make it!"
He says it's because the gauge in his truck is not quite right, so when it shows low, it's actually just about out. Um. Okay. That is a valid excuse for the FIRST time you run out of gas. Not the 10th time.
Seriously? Again?
