The old car 'dinged' when it was low on gas. This car does not. So I'm driving home from school (I had to pick up a text book for my Abnormal Psychology on-line class). The car gives this little hiccup, and I look down and am horrified to see that the fuel gauge points to 'E'.
I begin to pray, hard, because the gas station is not far ahead, and much to my relief, I make it. I get to the gas station, and I pull up to the pump. The car dies. Just like that. I get out of the car and I am grateful, ever so grateful that I made it.
Except THIS car's gas tank is on the other side of the car.
It wouldn't start again.
People helped me push it.
In my next life, I'd like to be bright.