gas light

i never take the gas light seriously. i always take my chances. slowly calculate the miles in my head. i have a theory. you can go thirty miles when the light goes on. for someone that lives only a mile from work. and less than five from most of my daily activities. i can let the light stay on for a day or two. or three. for some reason. getting gas seems to be a pain in my side.

lesson learned. after visiting zola on saturday. the fam was out of town all day. so she just needed a potty and play break. we went on a walk. i make her wear her harness. even if i dont use the leash. because she becomes calm. and looks at me like really. how embarrassing. she paid me back by diving. jumping. and splashing through all the puddles from the morning rain. and then sitting in my back seat on the ride home. slobbering on all the windows. and rubbing off all the mud on my seats.

so there i was on my way back to the dog house. where i am staying this week. i took a different route home. thinking it would be faster. the route. just happened to go into the 'bad' part of town. just a lot of vacant. run down buildings. homes. its sad really. as it used to be part of the prime area of kansas city. it just needs some tlc. i didnt stop for gas. wasnt too worried about it. just thought. oh there was a station near the house. it was at one of the many stop lights i hit on the road to their house. that i hit the gas. celine (the car) sputtered across the intersection. i put in the clutch. shifted to second. eased on the gas. only she did not accelerate. instead slowed down. then the car shut off. i freaked. yelled a couple choice words. and turned the steering wheel to the right. to roll toward the curb. i made it into the next lane. turned on my flashers. and freaked. turned on the car again. she didnt start. 

i called friend. after friend. after friend. no one answered. probably my own karma for 'never' answering my phone. it was saturday at 6. i didnt leave messages. didnt want to freak everyone out. i called a new friend. someone who i have only hung out with a couple of times. he answered. and came to my rescue. while waiting. a man on a bike circled me. but didnt stop to help. a nice couple did stop to help me push my car farther out of the way. so nice. i was still all upset. and embarrassed. so trying to get a gas can was just as eventful. the gas station didnt have any for sale. so i gave $5 and borrowed the stores. opening the top and. filling it. were both a challenge. i was so flustered. i forgot how to pump gas. and then going to the wrong side of the car. to find the gas spout. 

then i went to the  dog home. had dinner. wine. and watched superbad. it made me feel better. and laugh. i so heart michael cera.