Northbound on I-95, there was a black matte G-Wagon parked on the left shoulder not a half mile from the service station. I drive a little further and see a man looking like he was ready to golf–white quarter zip and all–walking back to the car with a half-full red gas tank and fully red face.
What a way to start the year.
“Yikes, dude,” I said, then promptly pulled out my notes app to say this:
We all have empty tanks we’ve avoided for too long. Who’s to say we won’t break down on the side of the turnpike, too.
Aaron Lemma, Northbound on I-95
I hope your year is better than his, though I do hope he laughed about it on the ride home.