"atleast we got our Taco Bell"

Last night Ben and I decided to go see the movie Transformers 2 (which was great, although very long, by the way). By the time the movie was over it was about 9:30, so we ran to our regular mexican restaurant Don Carlos to grab a quick bite to eat. Come to find out, they close at 9:30 on Sunday's, not 10 like on weeknights. So we turn around and decide to run to Taco Bell real quick to grab some quick dinner.

As we are sitting in the drive thru line, 2 cars back from ordering our food, Ben's truck starts to make weird noises. Just as I catch on and start wondering what the noises are, we both realize it and it's already too late.... his truck RUNS OUT OF GAS! Of course, another car has already pulled in behind us and we are trapped. Ben has to get out, ask the guy behind us to reverse, and then PUSH his truck (uphill) backward out of the drive thru, while I steer, except that a truck is pretty heavy, so luckily the guy that just reversed comes and helps Ben push.

Long story (sorta) short, we have to leave his truck in the parking lot and WALK 2 MILES home to get my car and a gas can (even though the nice man offered us a ride and Ben refused to take it). (and I could have waited in the car but didn't). So here are Ben and I in somewhat nice clothing (oh & Ben in golf shoes b/c he didn't want to walk in flip flops and that's all he could find in his truck) and I'm in my flip flops, with my purse over my shoulder walking down the highway and through our neighborhood for almost 2 miles (AT 10PM NOW on a Sunday!).

The WORST part was that contained in these 2 miles is an OVERPASS for the 1-10 interstate! So earlier on in our walking Ben says, "do you want to jog" and I'm like "absolutely not, I didn't sign up for a jog in nice clothes & flip flops tonight"... but when we got to the overpass, where there were NO lights, no sidewalk/grass/room to walk, and a HUGE dropoff to the speeding cars below... I looked at Ben and said "LETS JOG NOW" so we could get to the other side as fast as possible.

In the end, we got home, got the can of gas from our garage, and drove in my car back to his truck and filled it up. Then while Ben took care of his truck and the gas issues, OF COURSE I drove through the Taco Bell drive thru line and got our food! :)

Funny thing was, the reason why Ben says he accidentally ran out of gas, was b/c he has this wallet sized picture of me from when I was about 3 years old that I gave him when we were in high school... and he has had the picture on his dashboard ever since high school... and last week when he took his truck to Big 10 to have some work done, apparently the picture got dislodged and moved and pushed in front of his gas gauge so he never saw the low fuel light come on... so of course, he tried to blame the running out of gas on me... or on my 3 year old self... MEN :)

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