So, I did not even think about the gas gauge.  It never occurred to me on this trip to Augusta that I needed petro, again.  I filled up before I left Jacksonville so in my mind, I’m good to go.

This morning as I left Columbia County on “E”. I didn’t realize it until the car made that dastardly sound of rapid “ding. ding. ding”.  It was then that I panicked.  First of all, although I know that particular area sort-of-kinda, Wayne, the brother-in-law sent me a different way because of area construction.  That way, I have almost no idea how far it is to anything. If you know anything about Georgia’s countryside, you know the blocks are actually “country blocks”…. Long and far.

With the radio, and AC off and anything else that I thought might use more gas, I headed to where I thought was a gas station.  With knots in my stomach and a prayer, off I went headlong in that direction. “Whew”, I said as I pulled into the empty parking lot of the gas station. It was then I realized it was Sunday and not open at that time!

I saw a young man there hoping to go in as well and ask him where the nearest station was.  He said, “Oh, a couple of miles. Why?”  I explained that I was in a pickle. Right away, he said…”Don’t worry. Follow me. I’ve got a little extra time”. 

So I did. I followed him right into the station and he waved me off to go do whatever he was going to do.  People can me nice.  His mama did a good job.

See you tomorrow,