Gas good

I looked where I thought there was gas, and nothing. I called 411 and googled close by gas stations, the only real close one turned out to be closed when I got there. The few cars I saw on the main road sped right by me, including police cars. I called for a taxi, but they were cash only, and I don't think my sole dollar bill would have cut it.

So after an hour or so, I gave Sean a call, waking his mom up in the process, but he came out looking for me. We got to the nearest open gas station, right in New Canaan, and I grabbed a bucket and filled her up. We figured out how to get the damn nozzle on it working, and loaded me back up with gas, as you see in the picture. Good times, this is how Christmas mourning should be.