Yesterday on my way home from work, my gas light came on signaling that I was running low. I knew I'd be alright to make it home, but I knew I'd should get some on the morning.
This morning I got up late and didn't have a chance to get gas. I was a little worried because gas by work is about $0.25-$0.30 higher per gallon. If I could get past the borders of Hartford on the way home, I'd be fine. Still not cheap, but enough to get my last $5.00 a bit of mileage until pay day tomorrow.
Of course, traffic heading back toward Boston was horrid, worse than usual. Luckily, I had made it just outside of Hartford, before my car started to chug and didn't really want to move. I was able to pull onto the exit ramp where it died at the top, with a gas station about 2 blocks away. Crap. I managed to get it started and was able to pull just around the corner. I tried to get it to go so I could make it to the gas station. No luck.
So I got out of the car and called AAA. As I was on the phone with AAA, a police officer pulled up behind me. He was able to tell me exactally where I was, even though I knew- I wasn't able to convey it. He then offered to let me sit in his car to stay warm.
So I got out of the car and called AAA. As I was on the phone with AAA, a police officer pulled up behind me. He was able to tell me exactally where I was, even though I knew- I wasn't able to convey it. He then offered to let me sit in his car to stay warm.
While in his car we made small talk, turns out he used to live right down the street from my aunt.
The tow truck arrived about 20 minutes later with two gallons of gas. When the truck arrived, I stood between my car and the police car. The officer had his spot light on so the tow truck could see what he was doing.
I made the comment that people out here really like to rubberneck to see what's going on. The officer agreed, so I said, "You know, if they are going to stare anyway, perhaps I should do a little dance." The officer looked at me and said, "Go for it." So I did. I did a little jig between my car and the police car. To top it all off, the police officer turned on his cherry's and was using the spot light to shine it on me. So here it is, middle of rush hour traffic, and I'm standing between a police car and my car. My bright red hair shining and my leather biker jacket zipped up over my nice pin stripped work pants, and the officer using his car as disco lights!
The cars that were going by were honking and flashing their brights. Looking back, I'm sure they all thought I was being arrested for being under the influence of something. But no, not even caffiene in my system. I was just giving them something interesting to look at besides watching someone's car being filled up with gas. Which, isn't interesting by itself.
And that, my friends, is why I have no desire or need to watch TV. What happens in my life is far more entertaining... and true reality.
-MetalRose
