And once again, this is photographic proof that your day can start out badly through no real fault of your own. Although I am certain that I have been very close on occasion to occupying a metal structure that was (almost) void of fossil fuels that (normally) would have caused my internal combustion engine vehicle be propelled in a forward or backward motion, I have no real recollection of ever being stranded because that previously mentioned vehicle 'ran out of gas'. And aren't there all sorts of warning devices in vehicles today that would warn the operator in a variety of styles, that said vehicle was thirsty. FGS, we will soon be encapsulated in vehicles that can drive themselves to the nearest fuel refilling station, so how can ANYONE run to our gas? It is 2016 people. Put gas in the damn car. It is not as if we were in a blinding snow storm for 18 hours and you had no opportunity to get gas. You are on IH-35, where exit after exit offers gasoline, foot long hot dogs, public restrooms, donuts (my fave) and private lingerie showings in your own, bacteria filled 6 x 6 cubicle. But there we were, following the rules, not even challenged that one guy with no gas (but obviously a gas CAN), had caused this otherwise pleasant and fun-filled commute to go south. Did I mention that the fact he had a gas can in the back of his car gives me the idea that he has participated in this type of 'fail' in the past.History is doomed to repeat itself.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, NO CONSIDERATION, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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