Out of Gas
Ever run out of gas?
Ever have to call your mom to get you gas, when you are about 500 yards away from your high school parking space?
Ever have the school police officer say, as your mom is filling your tank with the emergency gas, “you’ll never forget this, will you?”
Ever do that on April First, a.k.a., April Fools Day?
Yeah, well, The Boy did all that… and it was not an April Fools Day joke. He called about 15 minutes after he left this morning. My first thought was that there was another accident. So, pratically anything he said other than that was going to be a good thing. So, I got dressed (essential when one is going to rescue someone) and grabbed the small gas can off the front porch. As I pulled up the school driveway, there he was …. waiting on the hill – just waiting to be rescued.
Of course, my running out of gas story is much better than that. I was in Alaska for a few months and I drove a truck with 2 guys down the road that goes nowhere. Seriously. That was the name of the road, because it went nowhere… just out of town until you hit the glaciers. The bridge had been damaged in an earthquake and never fixed. Probably still hasn’t been fixed. Anyway, we had gone down to picnic at the glacier and was headed back to town. The truck was an old piece of junk, but it ran. Until it started to sputter. And lurch. And then, it did nothing. I had run out of gas on a road that went nowhere, had no houses on it, and was in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. And I had two guys with me that were useless.
By some miracle, someone else decided to head out to the glacier. They stopped, turned around and got us back to town to get gas and then took us back to the truck.
So, really, The Boy had it easy!