On the way home from Tesco today, just as I moved off from the lights, the car suddenly started slowing and juddering, and shaking and wobbling and rumbling, as if a small mechanical troll was doing salsa under the boot. After a while, whne my brain had slowly accepted there was a problem, and it was to do with the car, not the sky falling, I assumed it was a sudden flat tyre, as the car was rolling and out of steam etc. So I did the whole woman 'oh well, I'll just have to drive home on it, worry worry' thing, as the car went slower all the while, and amazingly, only ran to a crunching halt right inside our driveway.
At which point I realised the petrol gauge was lying and I was actually out of petrol, not only nearly out of petrol as I thought.
How cool that I got home! And that I was able to roll back down the lane and park neatly, not blocking anyone.
I'm also wondering about the stuck fuel gauge. Is it a message? A sign that I'm running on empty but my perspective has gone wonky and I don't realise? Heh.
18 comments:
You do know you'll get a bollocking for letting it go empty!
Oo, how 1950's of you.
Maybe I'm wrong....
I doubt it though ;-)
So far he's just offered to go get petrol for me.
You think he's saving it for later?
With the broken gauge, I'm not so sure how I was supposed to notice. It looked alright to me.
Hmmmm, either he is responsible for busting it or emptying the tank to begin with or he's planning on going out for pints and football and you can't fuss.
I was going to say I was bewildered by your gender stereoptyping but then I remembered I'm guilty of frequent gender stereotyping, and can't point the finger.
Sexist Jo, tut.
Still not said I'm wrong... ;-P
I asked him. He looked at me bewildered and shook his head. Said, 'it's your car.' And then, 'anyway, these things happen'.
I don't know how to say this sensitively, but I think your husband may be having an affair.
We think you're weird.
And getting creepy!
Well, yes, I am a little weird, and often creepy, but not here.
I would flip out if she let the tank go empty. That does my head in. Like wanting a dog but not bothering to walk it.
Even though I've done it twice myself. Heh, I AM weird...
I can't stand to run out of gas and freak out if the needle goes below half. So I never do run out.
Daddy X- Why are you never at my blog any more? I miss your comments.
But please don't tell me my husband is having an affair.
You see Mrs Moon is a perfect example of how women and cars can live in harmony.
I'm there pretty much every day MM.
I would seriously worry if I got a bollocking for something like that. Cool thing that you got it all the way home! And so sweet he offered to get you petrol. And I LOVE the way you suspect your car is trying to send you a message through its fuel gauge. I'm going to ponder that possibility now for a while.
No, No. The UNIVERSE is sending me a message through my car.
My CAR is asking me to please hoover it and feed it and stop bumping into things.
heh, i'm really bad for nearly letting the petrol run out.
Never happened so far though, and NEVER WILL. :)
I don't think it was the petrol!
It's had some and it's still weird.
I'd like to throw that in XBox's face but I wish it HAD been the petrol. Now I have to get the fucker towed and fixed and spend god knows how much just before Christmas. BOO.
Dirty petrol?
Can bugger the whole thing, make it stutter.
Oil?
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