Out of Gas Adventure

I'm not sure if you have ever asked yourself, "What would it be like to do a wheeley in my car?" I know I haven't, and yet I found out just the same! Hooray!

I ran out of gas on the freeway last night. Dumb, I know, but I don't have a gas light and could have sworn I checked and it looked okay before I left. In any case, I ran out. My car started sputtering and I threw on my hazards to make my way to the far right or maybe even (so hopeful) off the freeway! Upon noticing my hazards, the surrounding cars on the 405 promptly and politely raced around me, honking at any attempt of mine to change lanes. I made it all the way to the far right lane (there was no shoulder) before my car came to a halt, teasingly close to an exit, but not quite close enough.

I called triple A, then sat and waited in my car as the rest of the fish raced up stream. Every other car honked or flashed their brights at me, assuming quite justifiably that I had chosen to stop in the middle of the freeway with my hazards on to make a phone call and thus avoid the trouble that talking on your phone while driving will get you. A brilliant plan I will remember for next time.

When the tow guy finally got there, he pulled in front of me at the same time a cop pulled up behind me. The cop entered the scene with authoritative words over his loud speaker encouraging me to "move along." Helpful advice that I wished I could adhere to but before I could respond, the tow truck lifted the front of my car with me still in it! He then came up to my car to tell me not to touch anything, then the cop came up to the other side of my car to ask me what the big idea was, when I told him I had run out of gas, he nodded knowingly, then repeated his catch phrase, "move along"

I moved along. Not of any of my own ability, but I moved along, and I now know what a fancy trick my car can do, With the help of a tow truck.