Fire and gasoline

The GM Trailblazer’s gas gauge sensor is a problem. You might think why did I start out with this information? Well GM’s broken sensor, SpongeBob pajamas, skate inserts, and the Fire Station all go together here.
It all started when Theo and I took Terrance and Shaniqua home. Once I dropped them off (I stopped), I headed up Old Stagecoach to Theo’s Aunt Laura’s because she has a grumpy mail man who leaves her notes when her mail box is full – which state you’re mail box is full.
Earlier I had checked the mileage on our tripometer and estimated I had enough gas to make it home (that’s how we have to do it because the GM gas sensor in the gas tank doesn’t WORK!) Then I turned right on Vandora Springs and made the dangerous curve when suddenly my car turned off. I grabbed the wheel with both hands, checked my mileage and thought I had at least fifty more miles, and then coasted down the hill. I remembered that the Garner Fire Department is located right up the road (up!). So I coasted down the hill and started up the hill and then pulled over just past a deep ditch.
So there I was with Theo, without gas, and two houses from the Fire Station. Theo had his new skate inserts on his feet, his SpongeBob pajamas and a T-shirt. So we walked up to the Station and through it and around it, then I found the office. It must have been the kitchen too, because it smelled really good. That’s where Theo and I met an older fella who was matter of fact, just like it happens all the time. He showed me the gas can and handed me the funnel and off we went. I had the gas can, Theo had the funnel and we were holding hands all the way to the Trailblazer (with the sensor that doesn’t WORK!).
I put Theo back in the vehicle and discovered the funnel wasn’t long enough and the car was tilted the wrong way. So I manage to get about a gallon in the tank and a cup on me then tried to start it up. But the car wouldn’t turn over because it was tilted the wrong way. So I readjusted the car and poured more gas in when suddenly the car began to slide backwards and I scooted with it to avoid a major Hazmat spill. The slide stopped right before the deepening ditch and I hopped in, started the car, put it in 4-wheel and resumed our trip – with the windows down.
After I refilled the tank and returned it to Garner’s finest, Theo and I drove to his Aunt Laura’s smelling of gasoline. It wasn’t morning, but it did remind me of victory. I retrieved her mail and we went in to wash up. Theo and I have a crazy life.

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