Some day we'll all look back on this and have a good laugh. Today is not that day. Tomorrow isn't looking good, either.

[prosegoddess]

"Hey Elise, I need you to go pick up the dry cleaning before they close." To most families, this wouldn't be a big deal. However, my father has picked fights with both chains of dry cleaners that service Eden Prairie and is boycotting them both (he actually leafletted parking lots last year) so we drive to Chaska, which is out in the middle of

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[omnifarious]

I wanted to select both options, but it was a mutually exclusive choice. *sigh*

[aphroditechicky]

You're going to tell us, aren't you???

[akimotou]

I'm pretty sure that Elise's title for the 2nd option implies that she did, indeed, run out of gas. Elise, I weep for you.

[prosegoddess]

Yes, yes, I ran out of gas. On an unlit highway in Chaska halfway to the dry cleaners. I got out of the car and walked about 5,000 miles to the nearest gas station (again, on unlit, windy country roads that border the woods with no sidewalks or bike trails where people go 60 miles per hour) and got enough mosquito bites to make me look like I have some sort of medieval disease (very sexy), at which point I called my father. Well, my mother had her car at a business dinner so we had to wait for her to come home as there are no other cars ... so I sat in the gas station (or rather, stood in the gas station) for about 45 minutes until Dad showed up.

Good times, good times. The best part is that I have a sprained foot. Bitch bitch bitch, whine complain moan.