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.
Deborah says
Awesome!
Peggy says
Hehe! And Lloyd sheepish grin is just great! Well worth the mishap, right?
Beth says
I ran out of gas on the way to Lincoln when I was teaching at Lincoln Lutheran.
I didn’t get a ride from the other Seward co-worker (not Lloyd), because he didn’t notice a 7-month pregnant Beth waving her arms on the side of the road. HAHAHAHA!! Oy.
But the maintenance/grounds guy came and rescued me. God bless Doug! And God bless Lloyd’s co-worker and wife for rescuing him. 🙂
But also…HAHAHAHAHAHA! You ran out of gas in a Prius!
Mom says
I will not laugh. Tempting though. Hooray for co-workers and wives.