It used to be so simple. The needle on empty used to mean it was too late. Now, thanks to intelligent technology, the sweating at 3 am that I underwent driving to the gas station was unnecessary. Which was lucky for me, because the gas station, despite being lit up like Christmas, was closed! By the time I got home, I was below zero and yet, the next day, my beautiful merciful husband, who would never allow this to happen to himself, drove without event back to the now open station the next morning.
This is me freaking out at the gas station at 3 km!
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