All of your stories are very touching and I believe all of them.
One weekend my sister-in-law took and I took a ride to NC to visit my niece who was up for homecoming queen at her college. On the ride home we were listening to my son's music from his wedding the month before. It was an awsome band and we forgot about everything else getting lost in the wedding again. When we reached the Jersey turnpike her car started spitting and we pulled over and realized we never stopped for gas! We looked at each other in shock. What do we do now? I hung a red leg (from a pair of pants) out the window for help. No one stopped and of course a police car, after 1hr, never came in sight. It was starting to get dark. My sister in law stated that if her brother (my husband who passed away at 49) ever found out about this he would really call her stupid. He always teased her about being stupid. Of course she isn't, just a sister/brother thing. Well, anyhow, she said, John if you would just help me now I promise never to be stupid again. Oh my god, a few minutes later she turned the ingnition and the car started and we drove to the next exit paid a toll and the car died again.
At least we were able to ask for help from the tool booth guy. I know this gave
my husband a chuckle. We never told my brother in law, it has been our secret for the past 10yrs. Carol |