I am bit embarrassed and a little nostalgic tonight. Funny how a simple event can bring back memories long buried and seemingly forgotten and can turn an ordinary dinner out
into a night to remember.
Our truck has been getting exceptional gas mileage. She is known for being a guzzler, we know this and except her for who she is. We don't drive a great deal so we put up
with her bad habit and continue feed her addiction.
To Seal Beach and back we went, 1/4 tank gone.
To San Diego and back we went and we still had a 1/4 tank.
To the bank, produce stand, grocery store and we still had 1/4 tank.
To Victoria Gardens and home via surface streets, still had a 1/4 tank.
To Chino Hills and half way home we went and we still had 1/4 tank.
The gas gauge lied, the fuel light betrayed me.
Cruising along on a dark country road No Baking Papa jinxed us.
"Hey, we haven't had to get gas in a while, we still have a quarter of a tank."
Just then, literally within moments, the engine cut out, the dash lights all went on high alert and we gently coasted to the side of a dark country road. I honestly thought
NB Papa was joking with me. That was until a stream of expletives came pouring out of his mouth....I knew he was serious!
I promptly called AAA gave them our information and location and sat back to wait in deadening silence.
As we sat on the side of the road in dark silence I was transported back 40 years.
Memories came pouring back, of not just one, but several dates that resulted in broken down cars, cars that ran out of petrol and one car that actually had to be towed 100 miles.
Suddenly I started to laugh, at which point NB Papa turned his head and looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He was fuming and mumbling something about car shopping which
to me is worse than a visit to a mortuary.
"So, when we finally get rescued, how are you going to explain this to my father?" I said.
"Did you plan this, in order to take advantage of me?"
"Well, you know this isn't the first time. The last guy that did this to me bought me a dozen red roses and he still didn't get a second date."
"Then there was the time that I had to take a cab home and have my Uncle pay the cab fare."
"Huh? We have never run out of gas before! *@$@^ truck!"
"Yes, I know. I always fill the tank when it drops BELOW 1/4 tank."
As I turned by back gazing out across the dark fields I felt a gentle touch on my back.
"Ah Ha! I knew it! You planned this didn't you?"
At which point NB Papa finally burst into laughter.
Within a couple of minutes a very nice young man named Andy showed up in his shiny tow truck with a couple of gallons of gas and rescued us.
What would have been an ordinary night out turned into a night to remember....