You would think I would know this by now, but sadly not yet. I learned that even if my car gets 39 miles to the gallon, I still need to put those gallons in, and to do it way before I head into the Big City to meet a bus on a busy weekend evening.
After an adrenaline-filled workday, I was calmly on time to drive into Boston when the gas light came on.
Here’s another lesson: Never try to use the GPS (which wanted to tell me that newsstands in downtown Boston sold fuel – like what? lighter fluid?) and Yelp on the iPhone while driving alone! As I watched the “range”/miles remaining indicator head for single digits, I took a wrong turn onto the Mass Pike and had to drive in the wrong direction before doing that Boston-U-turn exit to come back and find the gas in Charlestown. All with a deadline. And traffic.
Very very stressful.
My very wise sister pointed out that the bigger lesson was to learn to skip the adrenaline even while doing the rest of the adventure. And if I’m going to that, I might as well skip the daytime dose as well.