Selling Soul Speedily, Silly Sam Siphons Sinfully

Somebody siphoned gas from my tank. Not much because there were only about 5 gallons in it, but still it is a nuisance since my fuel gage works half the time and I go by miles travelled. So here I sit in a car with a 400 mile range, out of gas at 290 miles. I'm telling you, my calculations remain constant and I can tell you within a half a gallon how much it will take to fill the tank, so imagine how thrilled I was when the ol' car sputters to a stop, in the middle of a hot Texas day, and I am now walking for a ride.

Whoever siphoned the gas, I hope you needed it for something worthwhile. If it was an emergency, I wish you would've knocked on my door, let me give you cash for gas, instead of having me walk in the heat for mine.

Luckily I was rescued by a sweet angel who took me for a gas container, then for gas, and then back to my car. Such sweetness and compassion is treasured, especially on such a hot and humid day and besides, she was cute to boot.

So maybe I should be thanking the siphoner of gas... it did break up my day and I did get extra excercise plus was rescued by a pretty Good Samaritan. Life gives you lemons, make lemonaide, right? However, my first offer stands... if you need the gas, let me help you out with cash. I may not always be so fortunate when it comes to walking for help.