11 August 2011 ~ 1 Comment

The Gas Fairies!

Have you ever been out driving around and just happen to notice that you’re gas gauge has been on empty for a while? That little marker thing has been below the empty line for an hour and the red warning light has been staring you down telling you “Better get gas soon.”

The other day my husband and I decided to go hiking on a trail off of the Blue Ridge Parkway. Our destination was an hours drive from our home mostly uphill. We started up the parkway with less than a quarter of a tank of gas. We knew we would be cutting it close but we made the decision to take a chance and not stop for a fill up. You see, this is the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway in the mountains and gas stations are few and far between.

Halfway up the parkway I noticed our gas gauge had moved drastically and the gas light had already come on. We still had a 30 minute drive and there were no gas stations any where near us. We kept going and I kept thinking……”This is not good, I hope we can make it.”

We got to our destination, had a lovely hike and then started to drive back with an empty tank, the line below empty and the red light glaring at me.

We remembered that there was one exit that led to a town. No problem, we’d find a gas station there. We knew we would have enough gas to make it to that exit.  La,la, la, di da I must have been enjoying the scenery a little too much. I missed the exit and just kept on going.  You’d think we would have turned around.  Oh no, not me, I just kept on going. Why not live dangerously right?

Luckily most of the trip home was downhill. I coasted as much as I could and kept my foot off of the gas peddle. The people driving behind us weren’t too thrilled with our speed of 30 miles per hour but I was trying to conserve every drop of gas that we had. By this time, the red light had been on for about an hour, the line was way below empty and my husband and I got very quiet. I think we were holding our breath thinking that this might help hold onto the meager drops of gas that were left.

I could feel a bit of panic coming on.

This is when I contacted the Gas Fairies!

I started talking to the Gas Fairies. “Please little gas fairies, get us down the parkway, I promise I won’t let the tank get this empty ever again.” I could hear their voices yelling back at me, “Oh sure, you’ve said that before and here you are again.”
I said, “No, really, I mean it this time. I promise I won’t let it get this low ever again, just get us down off of this parkway.”
I could feel the fairies looking at me with disdain.

Believe it or not, we made it back into town and pulled into the gas station.  I was so thankful and joyous. It would not have been a happy scene if we had run out of gas on the parkway. I really didn’t want to hear “I told you so from my dear husband.” As nice as he is, this would have probably sent him over the edge.

Since that episode I’m trying to be more mindful of the gas gauge and not let it get so low.  After all, I promised the gas fairies. They were nice enough to save me this time. The next time I’m in trouble I may not be so lucky.

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One Response to “The Gas Fairies!”

  1. Rick 20 August 2011 at 8:09 pm Permalink

    Have you ever been out driving around and just happen to notice that you’re digestive system has been acting up for a while? That little bloating thing has been sending little messages below the belt line for an hour and the warning pains have been weighing you down telling you “You are going to get gas soon.”

    The other day my wife and I decided to go hiking at the mall. We started up the escalator and I knew I would be cutting it loose but I made the decision to take a chance and not go back to the car. You see, this is the largest mall in the area. Not only are there no outlets for the purchase of anti-gas remedies, but the restrooms are few, far between, and overused.

    Part way across the mall, I noticed my gas gauge had moved drastically and the gas pains had already come on. We still had a 30 minute walk back to the car and there were no gas relief stations anywhere near us. We kept going and I kept thinking……”This is not good, I hope I can make it.”

    We had a lovely hike to one end of the mall and then started to walk back with me having a full gas tank, the line above the limit and the urges nagging at me.

    I remembered that there was one store that had a decent public restroom. No problem, I’d relieve some gas there. I knew I could make it to that store. La,la, la, di da, I got to the restroom but it was closed for maintenance so we just kept on going. You’d think we would have gone to the mall’s public restroom. Oh no, not me, I just kept on going because that place is disgusting. Why not live dangerously right?

    Luckily, I got to the next exit and stepped outside for some relief. Most of the walk back to the car was tolerable. I coasted as much as I could and kept my sphincter off of the gas peddle. The people walking behind us weren’t too thrilled with our speed or the occasional toots of my horn but I was trying to conserve every release of gas that I had. By this time, the gas pains had been on for about an hour, the bloat was way above capacity and my wife and I got very quiet. I think I was holding my breath thinking that this might help me hold onto the gas that was left. Besides, I didn’t want to smell it.

    I could feel a bit of panic coming on.

    This is when I contacted the Gas Fairies!

    I started talking to the Gas Fairies. “Please little gas fairies, get us down the escalator and back to my car, I promise I won’t eat double-pepperoni pizza with onions and green peppers ever again.” I could hear their voices yelling back at me, “Oh sure, you’ve said that before and here you are again.”

    I said, “No, really, I mean it this time. I promise that at the very least, I won’t go to the mall after eating it. I never want to be this gassy in public ever again, just get us down off of this escalator, into the car, and back on the parkway.”
    I could feel the fairies looking at me with disdain.

    Believe it or not, we made it back to the car and I pulled into the gas station. I was so thankful and joyous to get my hands on some gas relief medication. It would not have been a happy scene if I had farted upon every step in the mall. I really didn’t want to hear “I told you so from my dear wife.” As nice as she is, her tolerance for the pizza far exceeds mine and, after all, she had warned me.

    Since that episode I’m trying to be more mindful of what I eat and how it affects my gas gauge. I also try to relieve myself in open spaces and not let myself get so bloated. After all, I promised the gas fairies. They were nice enough to save me this time. The next time I’m in trouble I may not be so lucky.

    Remember, said the gas fairies, attempting to hold your gas in public could damage your fuel pump. Yeah, I heard the same thing once about driving your car on empty.


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