I thought of another one...
It was June 1985. My brother was going on a 7-week service project with our HS to Mexico to work in an orphanage. They drove with their chaperones from PA to Mexico over a week, worked for 5-weeks and took a week to drive home. We went to the Mass at the school to celebrate their adventure and we were on the road to drive to DW around 10:00 that night.
Everything was great until we were in West Virginia, around 3:30 a.m., and my Mom tells my Dad that we're going to run out of gas and to let her know where she should pull off the state highway that we were on. Dad wanted to avoid the Washington DC Beltway because of the traffic. (like traffic is a major concern at 3:30 a.m.) Dad tells her that we can still go for quite a way on empty, so don't get off at this exit. You guessed it! We ran out of gas. Here we were, middle of the night on a not well traveled road, Mom, Dad and their 3 girls, stuck without knowing where we could even walk to get gas. Around 6-6:30, a trucker stopped and got gas for us and brought it back. My Dad wouldn't leave his women. We had enough to get us to the next exit where a gas station was open.
Mom has not trusted Dad since then about how much gas is in the tank and she still brings up, when she's running low, that maybe she should just keep going. There is plenty of gas left when the tank is on E.
It's one of our many funny stories that come up on holidays when we're all sitting around the table.
It was June 1985. My brother was going on a 7-week service project with our HS to Mexico to work in an orphanage. They drove with their chaperones from PA to Mexico over a week, worked for 5-weeks and took a week to drive home. We went to the Mass at the school to celebrate their adventure and we were on the road to drive to DW around 10:00 that night.
Everything was great until we were in West Virginia, around 3:30 a.m., and my Mom tells my Dad that we're going to run out of gas and to let her know where she should pull off the state highway that we were on. Dad wanted to avoid the Washington DC Beltway because of the traffic. (like traffic is a major concern at 3:30 a.m.) Dad tells her that we can still go for quite a way on empty, so don't get off at this exit. You guessed it! We ran out of gas. Here we were, middle of the night on a not well traveled road, Mom, Dad and their 3 girls, stuck without knowing where we could even walk to get gas. Around 6-6:30, a trucker stopped and got gas for us and brought it back. My Dad wouldn't leave his women. We had enough to get us to the next exit where a gas station was open.
Mom has not trusted Dad since then about how much gas is in the tank and she still brings up, when she's running low, that maybe she should just keep going. There is plenty of gas left when the tank is on E.
It's one of our many funny stories that come up on holidays when we're all sitting around the table.