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So... funny
I went to peer ministry this evening, like the good little Catholic girl I am.
It was a lovely evening with Shawn and a few of the peer ministers.
Dissapointed the meeting was over, I left and got into my car for the lonley drive home.
As I approached my street, I slowed down, in order to make a safe left turn.
Then, when I pressed the gas to turn into my street, the car barely responded, and sort of just glided into good old Gay Ave.
Being the quick thinking girl I am, I realized that I must be out of gas.
There my car was.
Stopped in the middle of my busy street.
So I called home to see if we had any gas (we have a gas grill, so it was a legitimate question).
I proceeded to turn my car off, run into my garage, look frantically for the gas (because my car was in the middle of my street, and although it may not be heavily traffiked, you never know when someone will come along) and run back to my car to fill it up.
Mind you the whole time it was snowing and I wasn't dressed for the weather... quite chilly.
Now there is gas in my car, at least enough for me to park it in my neighbor's driveway, as I generally do and hopefully enough to get to a decently priced gas station, as I am poor.
You may be thinking to yourself, "Self, Nicole seems like a bright young girl, why sould she drive her car on empty?"
The answer is simple. My gas gauge is broken, so every 300 miles I'm supposed to fill 'er up cuz the tank's supposedly runs out at 320. I was at 308 when I ran out, but I had thought I'd have enough to make it to a gas station after my adventures with God. However, I was mistaken.
But seriously, if you're going to run out of gas, what better place than 10 feet away from where you park your car, on a dead end street that no one ever drives down.