Ding Ding Ding

Ding Ding Ding.

We went out  for our typical Saturday night date.  We had decided to drive the short distance to the neighboring town to our favorite Mexican restaurant. The food is good, the Margaritas are better and the televisions surround you.  The wildcard NFL game was on and we were in need of FOOTBALL!

After getting in his car I was greeted by a dinging sound.  “We are being dinged”  “Oh yea, but it still has a way to go.”  I looked over at the instrument panel, the dinging was indicating low gas. I sat back in my seat and said “Mexican right”?  “Indeed”.  Trying not to be the nagging type, I didn’t suggest say anything, although in my head, the nagging voice persisted.  I suppressed it.

We lingered over dinner, conversation, the football game and halftime watching of a soccer game being played on a nearby television.  He’s a former soccer ref so we had to watch some of the match. Eventually the restaurant staff began that question session where you realize they want you to order more or leave so we finished the last little bit of our Margaritas and left.

We were deep in conversation and a half mile from my place when he said “ This is all kind of bad.”  It didn’t fit the conversation at all.  I couldn’t figure out at first why he was making that particular comment. I looked at him in the dark of the car, looked at what he was doing, trying to start the car, and then at the instrument panel.  All the indicator lights were on. “Oh.  I get it!  We have run out of gas!”

We made it to the top of the ramp but soon ran out of momentum. Sitting there wondering what to do, he said he would get out and push and I could steer. Now without going into detail let me just say that my Significant Other (SIO) should not ever be pushing a car. But being Mr. Chivalry, there was no way he was going to let me push the car.  He got out and began pushing the car until I saw the blue and red flashing light come up behind us. The police had arrived.

The officer help push the car to the nearest parking lot, I parked the car, got out and watched in horror as my SIO struggled to walk toward me.  We were still a fair distance from a gas station and my place.  I ran to my SIO, checked him out and then back to the officer explaining the situation.

Short version.  The back of a police cruiser is a cool place to ride when you need a quick ride to get your car and rescue your SIO. 

I impressed my SIO last night.  I know how to work the new high tech Gas containers because I am my Father’s only Daughter. Daddy also taught me what Ding Ding Ding means.  No more suppressing that one voice.