Dying At The Pump

I have a 33-mile commute one-way, and one morning last fall I realized my tank was low and should fill up on the way home. Over the course of the day I forgot and did not remember until I was almost to work the next day, running on fumes. Being an older model it doesn't have a fuel light, but it was well below the empty hash. I recalled seeing $3.21 earlier in the drive, so when I saw a station next to me at $3.25 I decided to go another half mile down the road to a cheaper station, not that I should have been picky at this point. Sweating bullets, I made it to the station and as I pulled over the curb, my truck died. Momentum carried me to the pump and I put it into park and removed the key. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.

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