It was a cold, dark, rainy Monday morning. 6:30 am. I woke the boy up for school and offered to fill up his very low tire… so he wouldn’t get soaked before school. Because I’m a nice mom like that.
He got himself all ready, backpack – check… water bottle – check… $15 to get gas (he told me Friday the low fuel light came on) – check.
7am. The boy leaves: “Don’t forget to take that gas money”, I say.
“I have it”, he replies.
7:20am. My phone rings: “Mom? Something’s wrong with the car… it just stopped! It won’t move!”
“Oh my God, did you get gas this morning?”
“No. I was going to get it on my way home from school”.
“The light was on. I gave you money this morning!”
“I know how to estimate how much further I can go when the light goes on, I am NOT out of gas.”
“YOU are out of gas. I’ll come up with a gas can.”
Yes, by the time I got through the rush hour back up, I saw the flashing lights. A nice officer pulled up behind him so no one smashed into him.
Funny, how it takes the same amount of time to empty a 5 gallon gas can – as it does to have an entire conversation (in front of a police officer) about the importance of listening to you mom, being responsible and getting gas when you are supposed to.
and yes, it’s great having a mom with a blog, isn’t it?