While waiting for Megan to get ready last Wednesday, I happened to glance out the front window and notice two cars parked in front of our driveway. Thinking that they were just getting their mail I decided to ignore them and continue playing with Ebony (Wonder where Floppie is… Maya!). A few minutes later I looked out the window and now the one car was making it’s way into our driveway. After further investigation I realized that these two men were pushing the car. I decided to go help.
I said good morning and immediately entered the “push a car” position and helped get the car turned around. It seemed that the driver of the car had ran out of gas and that he thought if the car was facing downhill it would start. While this seemed rather far fetched at first, it did start and he was on his way to get gas. Meanwhile the other gentleman (the one pushing the car from the back) went back to his car to move it back into his driveway. Looking back they probably thought the first car’s battery was dead at first which is why his car was in the road. Anyway, as luck would have it his car ran out of gas too. While I don’t really understand how you let your car run out of gas – let alone two – I know we’ve all been almost there before so I didn’t want to pass judgement. After making a joke he explained that they just moved there from Northeastern Pennsylvania and made three trips with stuff the night before. He probably got tired and decided to sleep when he got home not realizing how low the gas was. No big deal – they seem nice.
Remembering that I have gas for the lawn mower, I go grab the keys and get the gas can from the shed-thing. Here came the first problem. These new stupid gas cans have a self-closing spout/lid thing. While they make all the sense in the world and are far better then the old-school cans, I for some reason have a horrible time with them. Plus, you can’t fill a car with gas from them. We now have gas, have a car that needs gas but can’t get the gas into the car. I run into the house and grab a funnel from the kitchen, meanwhile he gets a plastic tube thing from his other son – we now have away to get gas into the car.
At this point Megan has brought all of our stuff and the dogs to the car and it’s time for us to go – we’re already running late. I walk over the the guy and his wife and told them that I need to go to work but feel free to use all the gas that’s in the can. He thankfully told me that he would replace every drop, although I told him not to worry about it – welcome to the neighborhood, that’s what neighbors do. Just leave the can on the step when you’re done.
Now almost a week later, the gas can has still not been returned.
Megs said,
November 29, 2006 @ 4:42 pm
I guess we should be thankful that it was a gas can that was “kidnapped” and not something/or someone close to us like “The Bear”!
Mom said,
November 29, 2006 @ 11:31 pm
BEAR – there is that word again. He has not been in the picture for along time. Do you think he will turn up by the Holidays.? The ransom for him is due in less than a year!
Josh's Mom said,
November 30, 2006 @ 11:12 pm
It’s a territorial thing! You were in the neighborhood first, keep the power.
Go get the GD gas can!
Fisrt it’s the gas can, then a tool, then the lawn mover, then your car… get the picture. Go get the gas can…………take a beer with you 😉
Or,
If you gave him the lawn mover gas with the oil in it ,then you have the last laugh.
Dad said,
January 2, 2007 @ 6:29 pm
Join the club. I am still waiting for mine to be returned also. But you did the right thing.