That is the lesson I learned this past weekend. Make sure you leave for your destination with a full tank of gas, and an empty bladder.
I left D.C. late Saturday night after a full day and having a few drinks with new and old friends. The thing is, I knew I needed to use the lady’s room, but I only realized this after I was outside of the venue. Instead of going back in, I thought “I’ll be okay, I can make it home”. So I headed to my car only to realize that I was already on “E” and hadn’t gotten gas on my way to DC like I needed to. As I’m getting closer to home I’m thinking there is no way I’ll make it home before:
1. My bladder gives out; or
2. My gas tank gives out.
I didn’t want to stop on my way home, because it’s mostly highway, and I didn’t want take a chance that a gas station I stopped at didn’t have a public bathroom or have to get the stupid bathroom key. Anyway, As I’m about to pull into my parking spot in front of my house I run out of gas. I put it in park and ran into the house so fast. I woke up the next morning and peeked out at my car to see I was parked between two spots.
Needless to say, Sunday morning I started walking to the nearest gas station, purchased a gas can and a gallon of gas and walked back to fill the tank. #LookatGod
Moral of the story once again is, make sure you leave for your destination with a full tank of gas, and an empty bladder. Because this story could have surely ended a lot worse.