Friday, August 20, 2010
I hate getting gas in my car.
I just don't want to do it.
I don't like spending the money to keep my car running.
I don't like stopping what I'm doing to get gas.
I don't like having that faint hint of gas smell on my hands.
I don't like the awkward moments of trying to figure out what to do while your gas is pumping.
The empty tank light doesn't phase me. I'll get around to it when I'm good and ready.
I've been known to push the envelope on this many times and I have yet to actually run out of gas. It's become an unhealthy game for me.
So last night when my sister noticed that my light was on-- I didn't really care.
She is a tank-is-half-empty-hurry-to-the-pump kind of person. So I decided to push it a little with her.
She didn't disappoint. In fact I realized I ruffled a few feathers when she started flailing her arms and yelling, "oh my gosh oh my gosh TURN AROUND!!!" as we passed a gas station on the way to our destination.
It was just what I needed. I'm living on the edge people! That's how I get my rush these days.
Mother of four risks all and laughs in the face of danger!
(Then I drove straight to the gas station after dropping off said sister. Shhhhh-- don't tell. I have a reputation to uphold here people.)
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