Freeway Adventures

If I have learned one very important lesson in the last couple days it is this, never leave the house without the proper amount of gas in the car....

On Tuesday afternoon after volunteering at the fish hatchery down on the old Evergreen Highway i happily and obliviously made my way home. At first everything went great... Then I noticed the cop behind me. He is not what this story is about, however, as I uneventfully (Thank heavens) left him behind when I switched from the 14 to I5. It was just a couple minutes later that I started my true adventure. It was around 5:30 in the afternoon or in other words rushhour and so at first I noticed no problem as the cars were all going slow. Then traffic picked up and when I pressed on the gas in an attempt to follow their receeding figures I found out I had a big problem. When I pressed the gas it was like hitting the brakes. Now being the brilliant person I am my first thought was not, oh I bet I am out of gas, it was more like this... OH MY GOSH... Crap(insert glare at car) this car had better not blow up in my face. Now I should probably explain that thought. You see when I was young (no I don't remember exactly how old I was suffice it to say I was young) I had watched a program at my grandma's house where a woman had stopped to get gas. No biggie everyday occurance you are thinking, except for this particular woman forgot to remove her keys, created static electricity by getting up that transfered to her key, started to fill her car and BOOM! Her car blew up in her face. So since I was young adn impressitionable this has always been my secret greatest fear. My second greatest fear also has to do with cars it is of getting hit by a car going 60-70 on a freeway. So my thought immediatly after Crap this car had better not blow up in my face is... Get off the freeway..Get off the freeway.. Get off the freeway! Sort of like Mulan chants when she is on the roof and the fireworks are about to go off. Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof. So I slowly but surley exit the free way my next thought being that i can pull of to the side of the road. But as luck would have it there is no where to pull over. Then I spot a road that leads off to teh left... I had always wondered where that went when we drove by to drop teh kids at school and had never seen anyone on it so in my mind it was an old abandoned road adn I could stop right in teh middle of it. Luckly when I got to the road i spied a parking lot at the base of the hill and managed to crawl into it because as I soon found out it was not an old abandoned road. It lead to a park. At this point I am thanking God that my dad just replaced my lost cell-phone and I call mom. While i am doing this I notice that the gas, thought the car is off, seems low. So one and two get put together in my mind and I figure out this is the problem. Mom calms me down, and then has me call dad on his cell. Dad asks where I am, luckly I am good at knowing where I am so I was able to give him really good directions. Next problem I am in our only car at the moment. So Dad gets a ride with Brother Azar. They show up about 45 minutes later. Lesson well learned. I will never forget to moniter my gas again.