However, I'd used up the fuel supply, and when putting my boots on, one worn lace had torn off in my hand, and I was beginning to crave a reward in the form of a breakfast sandwich of some kind. So after the driveway was clear and everyone was out of here, I measured the lace, put a gas can in the car, and made stops at CVS for laces, McDonald's for a bacon egg and cheese McGriddle, the Shell station for a few gallons of petrol, and took my arse back home.