Out of gas

The funny thing was that I wasn't even embarrassed.

The unfunny thing was that I missed Carl's wedding because of it.

On Saturday Paul told me I would need to go to the gas station, though he assured me I'd have enough to make it back to the church if need be. Which was good, I realized as I climbed into the car in the lot across the street from the Chaplaincy (a soup kitchen + type building we were cleaning and organizing). It was good because I didn't have my wallet with me --- I'd left my purse in the office of the church, because I wasn't planning to drive. (I realized a bit later that the keys to get into said office where in my coat pocket, which I left in the Chaplaincy.)

There wasn't enough to get back to the church. I didn't actually make it as far as the gas station. And did I mention this was the one day I didn't have my cell phone with me?

A busy street. At a set of lights, in the middle lane (which was good, because people could go around me). Not really in walking distance of anything that would be of use to someone who didn't have any money. So I flagged down a random car.

And that was neat, because the people (who were at first a bit wary) took great care of me. They let me use their phone (though I called AutoClub but was on hold for too long and gave up), and called the police for me so they wouldn't tow my car. They even drove me all the way back to the church (where thankfully Pastor Eric was working --- he got the gas can out of the garage and drove me back to my car; all fixed), and when we got there, the lady said, "I come here for Easter services". They had given me their full names, and pointed out their house as we drove by, so I plan to be sending them a very nice thank you note, and inviting them to come to a NON-Easter service.

Nice people still exist in the world.

But by the time this was all sorted out, I didn't have a chance of getting changed and driving to Moncton in time to see Carl (Ford Gilles) get married. I hope it was a perfect day for him.