A humorous thought regarding an exchange with Musical Daddy this evening as I was preparing to leave for rehearsal:
He told me, as I said that I'd be leaving shortly but not yet, that I'd need gas for the car. I said I'd just go at that point to get gas for the car and get some of their iced tea at the GetGo while there.
When I got in the car, the tank was about...1/5 full. Emptied past the 1/4 mark but not at the point where it was about to hit the E. I looked at the miles that I drove from the rehearsal site and realized that *I* didn't need gas for the car. I had no problem driving 2.6 miles each way on a close-to-empty tank.
HE, on the other hand, would have a heck of a time driving 35 miles to work in the morning had I not filled up the tank.
I certainly don't begrudge him the fill-up. I'm glad to do it. If he asked me to get gas for the car every time he needed it, I'd do it with a smile. But just to be clear...*I* did not need gas this evening.
That's all.
3 comments:
Ohh that reminds me that my car needs gas too. Yipe!
My husband is like that! He panicks once the gas reaches that 1/5 full (or 4/5 empty) level. He'd never admit it, but I see him looking for gas stations as soon as the needle starts pointing south. Sometimes I want to scream - we are in a crowded area and you are never more than 5 miles away from a station, so R E L A X! :) I know it is also because he has a longer commute, but with my new car I calculated I can actually drive 75 miles after the light goes on. So I know all cars leave you pleeeeenty of room to not run out of gas. Just sayin'.
But, don't forget: one does not want to be caught in the middle of western Pennsylvania with no gasoline. It can get a little bit like the movie Deliverance, you know? I swear I see the dude with the banjo every day on my way to work, and I'm afraid that I'd be shouting "Weeeeeeee!" (Awful movie reference; if you don't understand, you're better off.)
Thank you, sweetheart. 8P
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