9
Apr
We were running right on time to meet our friends at Clarklewis for dinner until that pesky “you’re about to run out of gas, stupid” light started blinking. My first thought was to risk it and get there on time, but it was at least twelve miles there. Which is a more embarrassing story to tell? 1. We’re late because I had to stop and gas up because I usually run my tank until there are only fumes left. 2. I ran out of gas on the side of the freeway. Well, we stopped to get gas.
Washing windows
