What a sweat!

I drove to work this morning, knowing the gas warning was flashing in my car. I was too lazy to pump, thinking it would be enough to wait until tomorrow. Got off from work…as soon as I got on 680, I realized the meter for gas was touching the “E”. Oh no. I called Owen to ask if he knew there’s any gas station on the way home on 680. Well…he’s so mean…he was useless on that matter and gave me a long LESSON. >:P
I turned off the radio and the air right away. I was sweating (literally)…thinking what if my car stopped in the middle of the freeway. I better remember all the sign so I can tell Owen to save me. I know my car has a function to tell how many miles left before pumping…but I never learned how to display after I owned it for 2 years. I was searching for a gas station sign…how come I only see mountain after mountain…still no gas station! I was praying to God, please don’t let me hung on the freeway…pls…pls. Finally…a gas station sign, but it has a “D” on it…does it mean “diesel?” Well…better not risk it…just kept going… hill after hill… finally it's my exit!
Woo…thanks to God…he gifted the Shell gas station to save me!