Yesterday H and I got kidnapped by this crazy guy, B. Okay, maybe it wasn't a kidnapping. It was more like, "Wanna go get drinks at the beach?" Doesn't take much to coerce us.
So we did just that. But then we had to head back to meet Stacie to go see, "He's Just Not That Into You." That took some coercing.
We're on the freeway, when B looks down at his dashboard and says, "Oh my god. I think I'm gonna run out of gas."
This immediately sends me into giggle fits. I mean really? Who actually runs out of gas?
He glares at me and exits. The truck sputters at the red light. He shifts into neutral. I howl.
From the backseat, H says, "Don't worry. If we run out of gas, we can push!"
I immediately picture B at the wheel and H and I pushing his truck. That's right, get the women to do the dirty work. I laugh even more.
The light turns green. B slams on the accelerator. The truck bucks, finds a fume or two and we tear around a corner, wheels screeching. I clutch the door handle. H screams.
The gas station is in sight.
I yell, "Go! Go! Go!'
The guy in front of us slows to turn in. The truck sputters. B slams on his horn. All three of us wail, "MOVE!!!"
We finally lurch up to the pump.
B yells, "It's out of order!"
H and I can't talk we're laughing so hard. The car in front of us moves. B inches up. The truck dies.
Other people stare at our mobile laugh factory. They rush to get in their cars and drive away from us.
Finally, B looks at me, all twisted up in the front seat and says, "Do you really think it's that funny?"
I choke out, "It's the funniest thing that's ever happened to me."
He says, "Your life must be really boring."
"Oh, it is, I'm a total loser," I say.
And then we all explode in laughter together.
So seriously, do people really run out of gas? Has that ever happened to you???
3 years ago