One time that a-ooga horn malfunctioned when I was driving downtown. It was loud and sickly sounding, and cars started pulling over because they thought some kind of an emergency vehicle was coming.
I loved that car, but I had so much trouble remembering to put gas in it.
Dad brought a gas can when I got around the block from home one day and sputtered to a stop.
Dad brought a gas can to Taco John's after dark to fill my tank.
I lose count of how many other times I ran out of gas, and dad didn't seem to keep track. Every time I called he came to my rescue. Annoyed. But he always came.
“If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand?” (Psalm 130:3)
I fill my gas tank now. It took a while, but I finally got it.