Last week I made a trip that had me driving alone on the interstate. Not a big deal. I've done it a bazillion times before. This was a normal trip on a cold, cloudy, (but no rain) day.
On my way home, I was listening to songs on my ipod. R-E-S-P-E-C-T by Aretha Franklin was on, and I was singing along trying to have as much attitude as she does, when I just happened to look down and this is what I saw:
You know that sound you hear when someone slides the needle across a LP record? That's the sound I heard in my head as my singing came to a screeching halt...and the panic set in.
You see, I was between cities. If I pulled off at the next exit, there is a town maybe about 5 miles or so off the interstate, which would be a pain, but, I had 10+ miles to go to the next city I'd get to on the interstate.
What to do? What to do? On the one hand, it'd be much more convenient to wait until I got to the next city. However, if I ran out before getting to that city, walking wouldn't be convenient.
I decided to pull off and go the 5 miles off the interstate, and I'm so glad I did. My Vue started sputtering a bit as I pulled up by a gas pump. Eek!
Aaaaaahhhhhh....that's better. :)