Thursday, August 26

Living on the Edge

The nearest I get to danger is running my fuel tank down to the last few miles worth of gas.

Excuse the double negative, but I've never filled-up the tank when it was not in the orange.

And yet I've never been stranded on the roadside.

Last night on the 20-mile commute home, my credit card would not work. "Shit, fuck, piss", as my grandmother would say.

My fancy-dan car has an electronic gauge of just how many miles I can travel before running out of fuel.

This is the first time I hit zero.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't know how you can live on edge like that... It must be the British "flegme" as we say over here!
--dq