Troy HATES it when I let my gas tank get too low. The good thing is, my newest car tells me when I am truly out of gas. The little meter goes ALL the way down to ZERO. See...
I tried it out...you know, seeing if it would truly take me all the way to zero. Yup, sure did. The problem with my experiment was that Troy was with me as it came to a close. He saw that itty bitty zero and said me, "This may not work out." What? "This may not work out????" In other words, he was threatening to leave his loving wife over an itty bitty zero. I was forced to remind him that he had committed to me...for better or for worse. (By the way, if this is his worst...he is not allowed to complain!). At least I did my experiment when it was 67 degrees outside (my car told me that too). A nice day for a walk should I have been forced to take one.