Luck

Normally I try to share fun and interesting things on my blog...but tonight I'm just gonna complain for a bit if you don't mind.

So, Monday night I stay up very late because a friend of mine had something horrible happen, which makes me late for class the next day,which makes me not hear about an assignment, causing me to work like crazy when I finally hear about it the night before it's due (tonight). So I'm typing away pretty fast to get that done.

Now, while working on that assignment I decided to take a break and get some dinner so I call up my friend Robbie. We go and get some Chinese food. Right as we get to the restaurant my car dies...I ran out of gas. My gauge has always been sticky on this car. It said I had a 1/4 tank (but I had a 1/4 tank for quite a while). Anyway, with no gas I call up my roommate John.

John comes to the rescue but he has no portable gas tank. So, we fill up a gallon milk jug and drive back. As we're driving back John gets pulled over by a cop cause he didn't signal right. The cop comes up to us and sees me in the back with a gallon of some liquid. He gets all concerned and says "son, what ya got in that jug." I told him "gas for that car behind you." He shines his flashlight all over my car as if he could use the beam to see the truth of all things and then nods his head and asks John for his license and registration.

This wouldn't be a big deal....if John's registration wasn't expired. John couldn't get his car's registration updated because his brakes wouldn't pass inspection. For some reason (I guess Provo cops are bored) 3 patrol cars needed to surround mine and John's cars to handle this serious infraction of the law. I said to the cop "if you don't mind I'm gonna take my jug and try to put some gas in my car." He said "yeah, do what ya gotta do son."

So I get out of the car but realize that you can't really put gas in a car from a milk jug. I ask the cop if he has anything to help (I'd like him to be at least a little helpful..all he'd done so far is pull over a good samaritan). He of course had nothing to help. He says "why don't you check your trunk." So I open my trunk and he shines his light inside looking for a dead body or something. All I have back there is temple clothes and a roadside hazard kit...and some packaging tape.

I end up making a funnel out of a piece of paper and waterproofing it with the packaging tape...I have to stick a pencil down the funnel to open up the floodgate over the tank. I put a gallon in and start up the car after pumping the accelerator a bit.

The worst part is I need to go and fill up my tank...and I'm not really being much of a help for John. I figure the police don't want me around either (there were 3 patrol cars and three of us so it was even odds). So, I head off....feeling like the worst friend in the world as I leave the person who came to bail me out behind dealing with the cops.

So, I headed to the gas station, filled up my tank, dropped the friend I ate dinner off, and then came back here to finish my paper and feel guilty for leaving John behind. But, as things turned out, my landlord (who is 90) fell down. They needed someone to take his wife to the hospital to be with him cause the paramedics took him away. So, I went to take her there. Stayed with them for a while...until they said they had things under control. Now I'm back home and ready to start my paper.

I think I'm just gonna stay indoors until this week blows over.

Well, back to my paper...