First thing this morning, while I was getting coffee ready, my phone began running over.
My sister, Pati, left a voice message. She sang Happy Birthday to me. Now I know how Nancy felt when we sang for her. Special. Loved it. Thank you Pati.
At the hotel we stayed at last night I had to park in front of Joe along the curb. Sort of blocked him in so I had to head for the highway first.
He wasn’t behind me and he wasn’t going to be either. The fuel tanks on these trucks had been tipped at installation making the suction tube higher than normal. Joe, in affect, ran out of gas.
Two miles later I found an exit to go back to Joe. He was moving as I got close to the exit where he was. “Go to the Flying J” I was told so I continued on the Interstate while he was making his way to the get on ramp for the highway.
Once again, no Joe in sight. Next I hear “Get to cans of lighter fluid and come back for me”. What? I asked why he wanted Lighter Fluid.
Starter Fluid is what he wanted. He had run out of gas again. This time blocking the whole road for any traffic wanting to get on the highway. To make things worse, a U-Haul truck pulling a car now has the local road totally blocked after going behind Joe and getting a bit of a surprise to their morning.
By the time I got back to Joe a police officer arrived and was directing traffic.
Joe worked his magic and we safely got to the Flying J for fuel to continue our trip.
Nancy. Thank you very much for your Birthday wishes to me. I appreciate you Girlfriend.
Between you and Pati this morning I can tie the grump to the passenger seat and tell her to shut up :-).
The grump is me.