Part 8: Back to the Car

After I recover, I get up and help her up, grabbing the full gas can we hike the quarter mile back to our car.

Closing in, we see a state trooper is parked behind our car. We get to the car and I pour gas into the gas tank as my wife speaks to the trooper who promptly chuckles and leaves. As I start the car my wife, looks at me and again says “It looked so close didn’t it” and I sighed and replied to her “Those signs that read the exit as 2 miles away never lie but our eyes can and do”. She shrugs, shakes her head, and puts on her seatbelt as do I and we make our way to the gas station off the interstate.

Now for anyone keeping score that’s a grand total of three times in two weeks we ran out of gas. Two weeks before it had been twice in the same day where my wife had gambled and lost twice on that day…

Tune in next time for the continuing saga of: Out of Gas, Again and Other Misadventures.

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