Not a very good day

 This morning I woke up to find my car would not start. I have just moved to the country from the city. I checked every fluid I could think. The gas gauge said I had a forth of a tank of gas. I thought to my self maybe, my gas gauge was broke. Of course, I live in the country and where would I get gas? Everyone I know lives over 20 miles away and was probably at work or school. My husband called me on his break and I explained the situation. Thankfully he works with a friend and ask if his wife could take me gas. When she got here we put the gas in and sure enough it fired right up. The funny thing is the morning the car ran out of gas I took my husband to a gas station in peru to meet his carpool. I asked if he thought we should just get gas. He said, "No you have plenty of gas." At least I got to start reading the Great Gatsby with the free time from the wonderful car incident.