Thursday, November 12, 2009

Oops

Since I've been married I've filled up the car two maybe three times. Pretty much because I have an amazing husband that does it for me, or I wait until the next time that he drives the Pontiac (hereafter known as the Beast) so he will take care of it. For two days the car has been beeping at me that it was low on fuel. But I just ignored it and carried on my way.

Yesterday, I made my all the way over to the library with the light on. Only to get to the library to remember that it was Veteran's day. Curse you library! (Imagine my fist shaking in the air).

I knew it was Veteran's day. They had talked about it on TV all morning long. I knew that November 11th was Abbie's birthday/Veteran's day. But still I got in the car and drove all the way the library (stupid library) and drove all the way back with the light blinking at me.

When Kenny got home from school last night I casually mentioned that the car was out of gas. He just turned to me and said, "Did you fill it up?" I just laughed and replied, "No". In which case he just rolled his eyes at me. (he'll tell you he didn't but we both know he did). I was secretly hoping that he would take the Beast to school and fill it up. No such luck. The task fell to me.

So today I had to go back to the library (stupid library) to get my books that were on hold. After putting it off all morning I finally dragged myself outside and climbed into the car. Two minutes later the car beeped at me. "Lame" I thought, because of course I had forgotten the car was out of gas.

There is a gas station close to our apartment, like practically across the street, but to get to it I would have had to turn left, but to get to my destination I wanted to turn right. I didn't want to back track (or make a left turn from the gas station because it's hard to turn left there. Though the more I think about it I don't think I can turn left from that gas station.) so I went right saying to myself "I'll stop at the first gas station I see" Because after turning right I suddenly realized that I had no idea where there was a gas station. On the way to the library (stupid library) it's mostly residential and I didn't remember ever seeing a gas station. So I started thinking to myself "I could probably make it to the library and back without worrying about it."

About a mile away from the apartment the Beast chugged and started slowing down. I was like "Noooo, please don't die on me." I knew I should have just turned left. I started picturing myself stranded in the middle of the road, having to call Kenny and explain to him what had happened. Then waiting for him to come and get me. Right when I thought this was all going to happen, the Beast got a second wind and started going again. I came around the corner and behold a 7/11. It was sketchy looking and normally I probably wouldn't have gone there, but at that point I didn't care. It was a miracle! Hooray for the scary 7/11!

I got back into the car to continue on my quest to the library (stupid library). Thinking to myself "Well that was a fun little adventure." I was cruising along down the road, just listening to the radio smiling to myself enjoying the feeling of getting out of a potentially bad situation. Suddenly, the area did not look familiar. The houses, the road, the trees all looked out of place. I hit a T in the road that I have never seen before and was forced to turn right. Now this is not the first time I've gone to the library (stupid library) since I've been here. I go all the time. And I go the same way. I grabbed my cell phone and called Kenny. (Luckily, I had my phone. The last time I got lost I didn't have it).

As soon as he answered I started screaming "I'm lost I'm lost." (And this is why I have a great husband, he didn't laugh at me), he just calmly asked "what road are you on?" "I don't know, I'm lost , I'm lost. Oh wait I'm coming up on 6th" After that he was able to help me get back to the right road. I had driven right through the road I was suppose to turn on. He stayed on the phone with me until I knew where I was. Luckily, Kenny has a map in his head. But after all that I did manage to make it to the library (stupid library) and made home in one piece. Now that I'm home and safe I won't be leaving for the rest of the day, unless Kenny drives. I'll just sit here on the couch and enjoy the books that I got.

5 comments:

  1. you and dana and your inability to drive off your very well beaten path!! so funny!! maybe you should spend some time just driving around to see what there is to see and so you feel better about the surroundings!!

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  2. I love it Megan, I can just imagine your phone call to Kenny. You really do have a great husband. And I can so relate to getting lost, Tricia is right!

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  3. Hi Megan, I found your blog from Danas. I love this story!! Sure looks like you guys are doing well there in Colorado :-) Do you mind if I link your blog to mine?

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  4. I can hear the hysteria. The high-pitched, rapid-fire, "I'm lost! I'm lost!"

    Oh yeah, I can hear it.

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  5. OK, dad said "Like mother, like daughter". I thought what could she possibly have on her blog to warrent such a comment. Well he is right. I DO NOT get gas. It gets on my hands and I smell awful for days. I'll drive on fumes before filling up.
    Thank goodness for husbands with built in GPS units. What would we ever do without them. Loved the story!!

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