Sooooo…. We drove around a little in the Prius this weekend, and for most of that time, the gas gauge said ‘E’, and then even started flashing a bit. Lloyd said we’d be fine.
Monday, I had to work and Lloyd didn’t. I drove the Prius, and thought that maybe I should fill it up. I didn’t, though. Lazy me.
Tuesday, Lloyd says that he thought long and hard about stopping for gas before school, but he did some quick calculations in his head, figuring that blah blah blah math gallons times miles he had at least 60 miles left in the tank.
However.
He forgot that the first time it started flashing was not our trip to Lincoln on Saturday, but rather the jaunt to the lake to see the lunar eclipse. He says, “It wasn’t bad math. It was bad memory.”
The long and the short of it is that he ran out of gas on the way to work this morning. He ran out of gas! In a Prius!! Let the taunting begin!
A co-worker gave him a ride to and from work, and then I drove him out to the car with some gas. Oh, and to document the hilarity.
Look alive, Lloyd. This is hilarious.