I left the work early on Friday.

[thebitterguy]

So, Friday I got to leave the office an hour early so I could go to a radiology clinic to get my chest x-rays.

I get to wati 15 minutes for the shuttle, which is driven by the worst guy ever. He sped up, he slammed on the brakes, I think the person I got a ride with was still screaming at him when I left.

Anyway, I get onto the highway, and it's SLOW. Very slow. I figure, I'll hop onto the QEW and sneak around and go to the office at Eglington and Erin Mills. I peel off the highway, and dial the office.

Closed.

So, the other one is on Winston Churchill, which is theoretically just a few blocks up/over.

Of course, now I have another problem. Supercar's almost out of gas (well, diesel). My 'low fuel' gauge has been blinking, and now it's showing I have exactly .5 a litre of fuel available. I goad it to the clinic, and get a lovely dose of x-rays. I go out to the car, after confirming the only diesel station is up Winston Churchill, and drive up the road. It's the longest three kilometres I've ever driven.

Finally, I get to my Shell station. Pull in and… There's pylons in front of the diesel pumps. Crap. I COULD get out and ask, but fuck it. After a certain amount of tricky driving (and one stomach churning wait at a red light, Supercar's engine disengaged so it doesn't burn those few precious vapours of fuel), I pull into the kitty-corner Esso (boo!) and get me some gas. Success! Since I was running low as well as Supercar, I got a bag of Doritos. Sure, it would be better to just put a gun in my mouth, but I am a weak man.

Comments

[pyat.livejournal.com]

What's with the x-ray of who in the what now?

[thebitterguy]

The cough I've had for the past month that the antibiotics haven't put a dent in made the Dr. think I should get a chest x-ray.

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Yikes. Get well, and stuff!

Oh - wanna ride down together for Brad's shingdig? Same sort of thing we did for the game developer night?

[thebitterguy]

Shindig? Uhhh... I don't recall getting an invite to a shindig.

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Oh, Gary sent out an email today re: a bachelor party for Brad.

Uh... are those secret? Should Brad know in advance? All the ones I've been to in the past have been, like, pizza and anime till 2 AM.

[thebitterguy]

Does the email include a request for secrecy? It's usually not secret.

I remember at least one really awesome one you missed.

[pyat.livejournal.com]

No, but I was wondering if you were saying "Party? What party?" as a way of indicating that I should be quiet about it.

I couldn't attend yours because I was in Kingston, getting Doctor Who audio plays!

[thebitterguy]

I just thought Gary was snubbing me.

And someday my pain will heal. Someday.

Low gas story...

[absinthe-dot-ca.livejournal.com]

Your "quest for diesel" story reminds me of the time vampyrehunterm and I went cavorting across the German countryside, only to run low on fuel. We followed a sign for gas, but somehow did not actually find a gas station. The Mercedes A-class we had had a digital display actually showing how many kilometres worth of fuel we had left in the car. We got down to 30km when we finally found a station. We were literally in the middle of nowhere, in a country where we don't speak the language, and it was very close to brown-trousers time...

Ah, well, that's all part of the adventure, right?

Re: Low gas story...

[thebitterguy]

Thankfully, there are no German hillbillies. Although that is probably Eli Roth's new movie.

And adventures are always a lot more interesting A) when they're happening to someone else or B) over drinks later.

[granolademonic.livejournal.com]

I owe my beat-up Toyota truck a thousand debts of gratitude for all the times it defied the laws of physics to keep running until I could get it to a gas station .

[crashing-angel.livejournal.com]

Doritos, yummy :P

Did you get them done?