“So lets take the mustang..”

is the words I said when we were getting ready to hop in the car and drive to Sams club. I was dieing to drive the mustang again (I drove it that morning since Jen and to deal with taking her car to the shop to be get a tuneup) it again so we hopped it and off we went. Down the hill got to the first stop sign, Jen said something about the car and then I commented about it; pop pop fizz fizz the damn thing died. We coasted over to the side and I look at the gas gauge and it was out of fuel. We both laughed and got out, climbed the hill back to the house and hopped in the other car. Fuel tank in hand we went to our intended destination and then filled up the take at the service station. $10 later with of gas in the can and gas in the car we drove back and put some gas into the mustang. Since it was bone dry it took a couple cranks to get it running again. We went home and I said “Man, what a useless adventure”.