Yesterday I made an escape in the Escape to the city for friendship and lunch. Since I’ve been getting about three weeks to the gallon, I have put off filling the tank. I can’t even recall when I last did it, as my husband was getting his kicks filling all of the vehicles with gas for $1.00 a gallon. We had quite the price war going on here for awhile.
Anyway, I decided to clean out whatever was sitting in the back seat: my old electric knife, which is now a foam cutter, a torn bag of newspapers never delivered to my friend for her raised-bed project, 35 cents, parking garage ticket, and a dirty towel I must have used for something months ago? Anyway, with a neatly organized machine, I proceeded down the road. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to look at the gas level.
I rolled into the station with seven miles left until empty! I haven’t run out of gas since I drove the Aerostar and toted a baby and toddler with a gas can down the road on a swelteringly hot day.
Truly, I “filled up” with gratitude for the Miles-to-Empty notice on the dashboard.