I was halfway to work today when I noticed that the low gas light was lit. My stomach flipped over as I realized that I may run out of gas on the way home. The wait to get my vehicle moving after work was excruciating.
At 4:25, I headed out and started the car. I had less than one-eighth of a tank to get through the 35 kilometers of ludicrous traffic to get to a gas station. As I watched the gauge, the needle got closer and closer to empty. My anxiety level was rising as fast as the needle on the gauge was dropping.
As I approached town, forward momentum slowed and then stopped. My car was slowly creeping towards Confed as the needle was burying itself into empty. It seemed to take an eternity to travel the last little bit of roadway until I could turn off and speed to the gas station. I arrived at the gas station on the final fumes and managed to fill my hungry gas tank.
The moral of the story is: Check your fuel level before heading up to site on 63. :)
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