It’s actually good that I tried to warm up the truck this morning, burning through the last of the gas. Because I’d rather be at home with no gas than on the road with no gas.

And obviously the fuel gauge is of no use to people like me.

So I went to work in my trusty Tiger car which has never let me down. On my way home in my trusty Tiger car which has never let me down, I stopped to get some gas for the truck.

But this stupid square gas can would not let out the last full liter of gas. Not into the gas tank, anyway. I know it was a full liter because it filled the wine bottle. Which was the only bottle in the house. Typical.

Of course I could have used it to start fires, I suppose. But I am a mild-mannered information architect and art student, not an arsonist. I just don’t light fires with extra gas. I use it to power my gazz-guzzling vehicular transportational device.

Unfortunately, by this point I had filled the 15 gallon tank of my truck.

So I decided to put the extra gas in my trusty Tiger car.

Which has never let me down.