Oh! Speaking of the ex!!! He came into town on Friday night, for an audition on Saturday. Then hopped into the ol' CRX to drive back to Phoenix immediately. Well, the car gets somewhere between 42 and 47 miles per gallon. So he filled it when he left Phoenix on Friday, drove to Agoura Hills to stay at my sister Rikki's place over night, drove to his audition in the morning, then put ONE GALLON of gas in for the drive back.
Chuck, ONE GALLON?? yeah. See, he had 3 one-dollar bills, and a few twenties... instead of breaking a large bill, he just got $3 worth. Oh, okay, I get it. Makes sense, now.
Anyhow, I'm talking to him on the phone, when I left my sister's and headed back to the Marina. He's in the middle of the desert, somewhere between California and Arizona. He suddenly says - there's something strange happening with this car! It's making odd sputtering noises.
And it sputtered for a couple of minutes, and then just stopped. It COULDN'T be outa gas - he had only driven 523 miles, and he HAD just put a whole gallon in. Maybe he had miscalculated! Hahahahahahaaa! At least he laughed about it when I did the math for him (he has always been a bit a-numeric...). So he called 911, and a smokey stopped by, and called a guy, and within half an hour, a truck came with a gallon of gas for him. Only cost him $110.
Chuckie relayed all this info to me laughing, in that sonorous baritone, when he called me back. He used to not have such a sense of humor about life -