When Your Morning Becomes Blog Fodder

My Suburban’s name is Nellie, and I am often found patting her dash, giving her the Little Suburban That Could speech, “I think you can!  I think you can!  I think you can!”  She’s an old(ish) girl, but we still owe on her we love her, so we want her to last.

One of her particular quirks is that when the gas gauge gets to about a quarter of a tank, the needle begins sweeping back and forth from empty to full.  It’s kind of charming, in a “I wonder when I’m going to run out of gas” sort of way.  I’ve learned to just tally how much gas I put in each time, and watch the miles in between, figuring on about 10mpg.  (::coughcoughsputterchoke::, I know)  What I sometimes forget to figure in, though, are the times that Nellie spends her gas idling in the student drop off/pick up lines, waiting for daughters M12 and H14.

This morning as I was on my way to drop off daughter M12 at school, Nellie let me know in no uncertain terms that my faulty 10mpg + idling in school lots calculation = OUT OF GAS.  The old girl shut down, power steering and all, and I was grateful, so grateful, that I was able to pull out of the way of the other parents before the big kaput.

I was also grateful for two other things – I did not have toddler Eli with me, and I was actually mostly dressed (unlike some mornings when I wear my mumu and fuzzy slippers to drop of my daughter!).  I did not, however, happen to bring my cell phone with me.  Won’t do that again.

Everything turned out alright, as daughter M12 ran into the school to call my husband, who quickly came and set everything back to normal.  I had to laugh about one thing:  while we were gone to the gas station, someone in the meantime had thought to put a business card for a discount towing company in Nellie’s window.  I think it might have scared her just a little, but alas, she’s back in the ol’ barn tonight, and we’re looking forward to a better morning tomorrow.

  • Jamie

    Oh dear! I’m glad it all worked out in the end, and I’m really glad you weren’t wearing your fuzzy slippers, that would really be embarrassing. (For your daughter — not for you.) 😉

  • My suburban has the same issues with the gas gauge. When we first got it gas was $4 a gallon and we constantly watched our mileage. That’s how we found out. Now, when I’ve driven about 200 miles I fill up. I figure that is about the 3/4 of a tank mark & then I hit reset.

    Love that you can laugh about the experience, and that it happened close to home.

  • oohhh no!!! but it is all good if it makes for a great post!

    BTW – THANKS so much for commenting on my post about your baby’s first words.
    I just wanted to say NO WORRIES about your little one’s vocab. First it sounds like he is doing great with little sentences and second, Julia didn’t talk till she was two and good and ready. No rush. LOL Your little one is GREAT! 🙂

  • Jen

    My dad always told me it’s just as easy to fill up the top half as it is the bottom half, and my mom fills up every time she hits that half way mark. I have never been that good…and I too have run out of gas before. Glad to hear it all worked out.

  • It’s so true…but at least we have our blogs to let it all out right?

    You poor thing…you handled it better than I would have. Thank goodness you were dressed LOL…I have the fear that something will happen while I take my daughter to school. My attire usually consists of sweatpants, flip-flops and a pj top. Not a pretty sight!

    It sounds as Old Nellie is Old Faithful…she’s a keeper!

  • Lissa

    I’m one of those people who will fill up when the tank is half-full, because I don’t want to break down. Jason is the kind of person who waits until the gas light comes on, warning him that he has only about 50 more miles to go, then goes about 40 more miles. He drives me nuts when he does that. One of these days he’s going to run out of gas and need me to help him, and when that day comes I’m never going to let him forget it! 😀

  • Lori

    Our cars must be twins…mine does the same thing. I always worry about my slippers when I take the girls to school after Seminary…I see myself standing in my dress and slippers waiting for help along the road. And then I just take my chances! Glad it all worked out!