Never ignore the gas light.  That’s what we learned on Saturday.

Michelle & I went to Kalona to see my mom (who is altering her wedding dress) and then went shopping at some Amish stores and antique stores.  All of this went so smoothly; no mishaps.  Keep in mind, typically Michelle & I are very…um…absent-minded when we’re together.  I had left my car at work on Friday night so Michelle was going to drop me off to pick it up after we were done shopping.  At the intersection of 1st and 6th, we should’ve known our luck was running low.

We sat there staring for a few moments before Michelle commented, “Why is there someone in the middle of the intersection.”  A little after that, I said, “Hm…why are the stoplights flashing?”  Then we realized, duh, that the lights were out and the man in the intersection was a police officer directing traffic.  Go…

Less than 5 miles later, we came to a stop sign and Michelle’s car died.  We ran out of gas.  I, thinking that we could magically erase the empty gas tank, reached across Michelle and turned the key in the ignition.  The car started!!!  Hurray!  I said, “Go, quick!”  So she started going and…putt, putt, puttttt…  The car died.

We put the car in park, turned on the hazard lights, and directed people around us.  Some nice men stopped and offered to push her car off the road.  We were literally a block away from work where my car was so I ran to my car, drove to Casey’s, got a gas container and filled it up, and drove back to Michelle’s rescue.

Who were we kidding?  Like we could really have an accident-free day!  Though I will have to say that if I were to have something like this happen, there was no better person to share it with.  We freaked out…then we laughed.