January 22nd, 2007

seriously, this is how my day is going?

This is my day.

I almost ran out of gas on my way to work and learned that when the little gas light comes on, I can travel almost 20 miles before it sputters and dies.

Fortunately, it did that just as I was gliding downhill to the gas station. Which, incidentally, I would’ve been at sooner if there had been a GODDAMN SIGN. But noooo, that would’ve been way to easy.

You see, the little light came on just as I entered a 20-mile stretch of nothing-at-all-Highway. So I thought ahead and remembered there’s a giant shopping center area at the last exit before the one I take to get on the next highway to go to work. So I got off there, and went toward the center.

And was there a gas station? No, no there wasn’t. But I kept going, until somehow I crossed over the damn highway I had been on, four miles back the way I had come.

So now I’m freaking out and promising all sorts of things to the gas gods, seeing as how it’s 16 degrees, there’s snow on the ground, more is falling and I’ve had my heat off to conserve gas.

I see a fellow Jeep-driver and turn toward her, rolling down my window. She informs me that had I gone left off the highway, I would’ve seen the gas station.

I follow her the four miles back, swearing the entire way, positive I’m about to stall and certain I won’t know where to tell them to come find me because at this point I have NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE I AM.

Obviously I made it to the gas station, and then to work, where I got to deal with a very, very annoying French Canadian woman who will no doubt call me 10 more times today to torture me.