i've ran out of gas twice this week. Once on a major highway. Once on my uphill driveway.
My dad was not a happy camper. You would think that 22 is old enough to warrant getting out of that chewing. No sir.
course, Daddy was also the one to discover I had left my car running for literally hours. In one case all night long.
As if I would do that on purpose.
As if.
Boys will be boys. mean. they don't understand what it's like to be me.
It's as I told Chantell:
(Maybe) the smarter the girl, the smaller her "automobile-savvy- quotient"?!? It's what I tell myself anyway.
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Boys just don't get it, do they? Perhaps it's some twisted part of their allure?
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