My gas light came on this morning, but I decided I'd get gas on the way home since I could get discounted gas at BJs. So, on my way home, I made a few stops and then Mom and I went to Target and Homegoods. The Mini said it still had 20 miles to go and the little gauge arm wasn't quite at the bottom red line yet. So, after I secured some curtains and pillows for the nursery, I was driving to the gas station and ran out of gas RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STATION. Well, more like 75 feet from the pump. I was blocking the road though so I turned on my flashers. Mom pulled up next to me and was like 'what are you doing?'....'I ran out of gas!' and we both burst into laughter because we are infamous for this great consequence of procrastination. She pulled over into a parking spot in her convertible and I instructed her to call Dillon because -oh yay- a cop had spotted me and the blue lights were racing in my rearview. He walked up to my window ( mom is laughing hysterically in the background), leans down and gives me a puzzled look. All I could say was, I ran out of gas on the way to the station. He laughed a little too but then asked 'who's your friend?' I told him it was my mom :)
The cop kindly pushed my car all the way down the lane and up a hill then grumbled when my mom was like 'she's pregnant and her dad's a cop! Don't worry she'll get in trouble.'
It was quite funny for a lot of reasons..
Earlier that day, dil told me not to be callin him during flag football if I ran out of gas, we just shared empty tank stories in small group on monday ( I think I have the most now), and my dad said he'd put me onder house arrest if I do any more stupid things.
What a night!
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CLASSIC MOVE:)
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