As part of my goal of not procrastinating for the week, I have been staying on top of starting my old car every few hours so the battery does not die in our outstanding below zero weather.
No biggie, I start the car let it run for ten minutes and then viola!…no big payments have to be made to the 24 hour emergency towing companies.
Last night was such a night where I knew it was going to be well below zero when I woke up, so I went down started the car…and forgot about it when I went to my bed and slept. Another part of not procrastinating involves warming the car up in the morning cause I cannot seem to hang onto a pair of gloves longer than a few days. I went down and there was my car, toasty warm and missing about four or five gallons of gas that it had the night before.
I live on a very busy street, and the fact that my car was not stolen is wonderful. However, the ride to work today was very toasty. I enjoyed it. And I will write about something much more exciting tomorrow.
I think I would have had a heart attack. You left your car running and no one TOOK IT?! Man…maybe the world ISN’T going to hell in a handbasket like I thought. Here’s hopin’…
Yeah, I left the door unlocked too. I am lucky.
Oh! When you said you left it running all night I figured it ran out of gas by morning. That’s awesome. How sad would you be if your little car went missing…
If I did that here, I would be missing my car, and maybe my dog, they would most likely leave my cd’s though…kids these days.
There’s crime in Canada?? Who knew 😉
Here in Houston it would probably have been gone as soon as I got back inside, locked or not.
This is the funniest story I’ve heard all day, maybe week, except your conversation with the B-word the other day, which I’d like to hear over and over.
I’d like to point out that your car was stolen twice in Seattle, and broken into several times, etc. etc.
In fact, I’d love LOVE to hear stories from your car if it could talk. We should all get together to write the story, and it shall be known as:
And I love that you call him the B-word.