A quarter tank of gas

Here’s the deal. I don’t like putting gas in my car, it’s a chore. I wait until the very last minute to do It. This appalled my grandmother and my mother on our way home from Florida after my grandfather died. You see, we were driving his car from Tampa to Milwaukee and while I was all like GUYS WE HAVE A QUARTER OF A TANK LEFT! they were all like OMG!!! WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF GAS!!!!

Since then, whenever I’m running low on gas, someone reminds me how my grandfather would feel about the situation.

So it’s Friday night and I’m on my way to wine club, but I’m running late because the kid and my husband were watching Dumb and Dumber and I just couldn’t peel myself away from the hilariousness. Auto correct tells me that hilariousness is not a word, but I don’t care.

I didn’t stop for gas on the way to wine club, and I certainly did to stop on the way home. It was DARK OUT people, DARK. I would just have to stop in the morning on my way to yoga class.

Well, morning arrived and I left for yoga class, stopping first at the BP gas station. I pressed the fuel door release lever. Nothing happened. The fuel door did not open. I considered pressing the lever with my foot and stretching reallllllly long to press on the edge of the fuel door with my hand. But I didn’t do that because there was no way I could reach, and I’d surely look like an idiot trying.

The next best idea was to call over a guy who was nearby. He pressed on the fuel door while I pushed on the lever. Then he tried prying the door open with his comb. HIS COMB. Okay, I know, he was trying to help me, but do guys really carry combs in their back pockets??

We finally decided that that the door wasn’t going to open. I drove home, switched cars and took my husband’s VW Tiguan to yoga class. When I came home I googled the fuel door situation and found that I was not alone.

HONDA CIVIC STUCK FUEL DOOR PEOPLE UNITE!

Well there’s supposed to be an emergency release in the trunk. However, the only emergency release we found was yanking out the port that the cable is attached to. Tada. And then the fuel door magically opened.

BTW I had exactly a quarter of a gallon of gas left.

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6 comments

  1. a quarter of a gallon? get out of here. freaking overacheiver!

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    1. Yup, a quarter of a gallon. :)

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  2. a quarter of a gallon? get out of here. freaking overacheiver!

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    1. Yup, a quarter of a gallon. :)

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  3. gracy eggert · · Reply

    grandpa never got it down to quarter of a tank. If I let it go past 1/2 tank he would say hope you run out of gas and have to call me I’ll make you wait a while so you learn your lesson.

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  4. gracy eggert · · Reply

    grandpa never got it down to quarter of a tank. If I let it go past 1/2 tank he would say hope you run out of gas and have to call me I’ll make you wait a while so you learn your lesson.

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