It took everything in me to not fall into uncontrollable laughter. This coming from my tall dark and handsome man who is more responsible than anyone I know. My husband who is always prepared for everything and anything. The same man who relentlessly nags at me for driving on empty almost every other day of the week. Yes, this man is calling me from the side of the road because he ran out of gas.
"You WHAT?! What was that you just said?! You just ran out of what?!" I giggled. He began to laugh a little and muttered, "Alright, alright. Laugh it up. The gas empty light literally just came on and out of nowhere the car just stopped. I have never run out of gas in my whole life. I can't even believe it...I am so mad. Are you headed out yet?"
"We're on our way." The kids were in the car, our five year old son was still wearing his Spider-Man costume that he was playing in around the house and the other three were asking where we were going. "Daddy needs us to go help him guys, the car isn't running."
I made sure to grab a gas tank before we left and when I found my husband sitting in his car he looked angry and annoyed. "This is ridiculous. I still can't believe this happened." he garbled.
We found our way to a gas station, filled the gas can and headed back to the abandoned car. After we put the fuel in, my husband tried to start the car but...nothing. It still didn't work. "You have to be KIDDING me?! WHAT is going ON?!" It was hot outside, we had the two cars now pulled off on the side of the highway and our four kids were getting restless.
"So you DIDN'T run out of gas! Something happened to the car!" I said as my husband's perfect record was suddenly untainted. "What do think the problem is then?" I asked. He got his phone out and called triple AAA to come so we could get off of the highway.
A big yellow tow truck showed up and the kids were ecstatic. "WOW Mom LOOK! Is THAT going to hook Daddy's car up?!" They had never seen anything like it and I swear if I had some popcorn it would have been better than a movie for them.
A nice guy named Johnny came to our window and the kids began to cheer. It caught him off guard and he looked back in the car and said, "Whoa, Hey Kids! There's a whole kindergarten going on back there...is that SPIDER-MAN?!"
The little ones ended up having a blast, my husband did not and Johnny's boss later called saying that the "timing belt" had snapped. I guess with that and a few other things, they want 650 dollars to fix it. Fannntastic.
I guess that at the end of the day, it actually would have been better if my husband ran out of gas after all. His pride probably would have been hurt a little but it sure wouldn't have cost as much. I'm glad he was safe and everything turned out alright.
I can't help but wonder if poor Johnny is somewhere scratching his head still trying to figure out what in the world a car full of kids and a Spiderman were doing out in the middle of July though.
Until we meet again Johnny...until we meet again.