Embarrassing Moment
My husband was asked to drive to the luncheon today because several of the women wanted to ride in a car instead of the church van. We were going about an hour and fifteen minutes away. Our leader wanted to arrive early but there was a mix up in the announcement of the time to leave so we ended up leaving later than we intended.
As we left town, my husband said, "Oh! The gauge says that I'm almost out of gas. I thought I had enough gas." All of us told him, "Go now and get gas. Do it now." But he said that he was pretty sure he really had enough to get to Meadville and he'd get gas there. But he had a gas can in the back with about 2 gallon of gas in it.
Enough said, eh! We ran out of gas. Pastor, driving the church van behind us, pulled off the road with us to make sure we were OK. They got the gas in the car and my husband said he would stop at the gas station as planned. I don't know why it took about 15 minutes to gas up at the gas station. Pastor pulled off at the gas station, too, and waited for us. So, everybody in our group arrived late. We didn't get to sit together. I feel like I should apologize to our group leader. I haven't seen her to talk to her.
My husband says, "I haven't run out of gas for 15 years." So, why did he let it happen today when so many people wanted to arrive at the luncheon early? But, the good news is that we did arrive, all of us, safely, and we had a really good meal and enjoyed the program, too. In the long run, no harm done. Just some embarrassment. This, too, shall pass.
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