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| Posted on April 16th 2008 by Bryan |
 
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Last Saturday, I thought I was being smart with saving money on gas, when in fact I was an idiot. I was an idiot because I almost got stranded in Manhattan late Saturday night after the Rogue Wave show. I headed into NYC in the earlier evening, and decided I’d just get gas right before the exit for The George Washington Bridge. It’s still technically NJ so the gas is about 40 cents cheaper than where I live. Figures the one time I actually stop at this gas station, the damn station is closed down because they ran out of gas. I got pissed and just speed off and went into the city anyway. I figured I’ll just get it on the way back. I wasn’t really paying too close attention to where my gas was at. When I parked my car in the parking garage, it was pretty close to E but it didn’t have the gas light come on yet. So I figured I was safe.
After the show, I get my car back from the garage and now my gas light is on. I start to freak out! I mean really freak out, panic-attack-kind-of freaking out. I didn’t know how much time I had to get gas, and was wondering if these people just left the car running or something. I started to make my way over to the Westside Highway but kept getting stuck at damn red lights. Every block, there was a red light, red light, red light, etc... At this point I was punching my steering wheel and having a mental breakdown. I just didn’t feel like having to deal with getting stuck in the city. I do have triple A and I’m sure I could have got a cab to just get gas but who really wants to do that? I don’t, I want to go home and go to sleep! So I decided to just chance it and just keep going up the Westside Highway so I kept a close watch on my gas tank. It kept teetering around E and one notch above it; but the light was still on. but in the back of my mind, I kept visioning me pushing my car on the GW Bridge, holding up traffic.
My girlfriend decided to call 411 and try to find the closest gas station in NYC. You would think there would be a gas station on the Westside Highway or something. But no, NYC is filled with a bunch of ass clowns. What is there, like 3 gas stations in all of NYC? The guy on the 411 line tells Kristen that the nearest station northbound is off 78th street, like right off 78th street. I said okay let’s try that then, and get off the 79th street exit. I go down 79th street, trying to find the “Mobil” gas station like the 411 operator told us was there. Went down 78th street, and what we find is not a “Mobil” GAS station, but a fucking “T-Mobile” PHONE store. Are you fucking kidding me?!?! This retard tells us to waste 10 minutes AND gas and go to a T-Mobile store? I’m seriously filing a complaint and want this person fired for being a fucking dumbass. I was really beyond pissed at this point but decided to just press our luck (NO WHAMMY!) and head for that gas station on the Palisades Parkway.
After stressing for about 45 minutes, I finally made it to the gas station and thanked the higher powers for letting me get gas. I was relieved that I didn’t get stuck in NYC and decided I’m not going anywhere far unless I have at least a half a tank of gas in my car. Maybe I’ll ask the higher powers to have a big giant safe fall on this 411 operator’s head? |
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