This is definitely a story worth telling, so sit back and enjoy the laugh. The month of February has been kinda rough at the Huggler Hacienda, with sickness and car troubles. About three weeks ago, Chris went out to start my car as he takes it one week a month for his carpool and discovered a flat tire. He used some fix a flat in it and drove it to Marshfield where another one of his carpool buddies drove instead. That same morning, it was very, very cold so while Austin was in the shower, I, being the sweet mommy that I am, grabbed his keys, headed out the door to start his truck. It acted like it didn't want to start and then struggled to stay started. I told the boys as I came back inside that I didn't think the truck was gonna stay running. Sure enough, Austin came back in a few minutes later and said the truck wasn't running at all nor would it attempt to start. Great. Fabulous. Marvelous. I grabbed my jacket and we all stuffed ourselves in Chris' truck, heading to school, not to be late!
So, for two weeks we shared a vehicle. I just so happened to be on the 7-4 shift at work so Austin would run me to work before school then pick me up after school. It worked out ok for us but was a pain in the butt as I had to spend my whole lunch hour in the deli at work. Granted I work only two blocks from home but when the wind is howling and the temps in the 30's, this chic ain't walking anywhere!!
Our friend Ronald, along with Chris, towed Austin's truck to the local garage for a fuel pump replacement. After a couple of days, the garage called and requested Chris to come down so they could 'talk' to him. Holy Crap...when someone wants to talk to you in person...well, it can't be good. So, he loaded Austin up and away they went. A few minutes later they were back home....
...home with a truck that was in the garage, supposedly getting a brand spanking new fuel pump...BUT instead it went straight to the gas station because our teenage genius ran the tank COMPLETELY out of gas. We are talking not one stinking drop of fuel! So, it cost $40 in labor just to inform us it needed gas to fully run. Now, in all fairness, the gas gauge hasn't worked for a long time but the trip works great to keep track of the fuel mileage, a daunting task that I'm sure a certain seventeen year old will now be more aware of.
After the shock wore off, and the tank was finished slurping up every last bit of fuel it could handle...he is on the road again.
Ahhh....got gas?!?
