Ok, so two things.
After not being able to find my wallet, I went down the HIghway a ways and pulled way off the road. Still had beer then so I was imbibing in the cab. Keys safely in my pocket. Next thing I know, two Sheriff's deputies are knocking on my window. Passenger floor was covered in beer cans, and I was a mess by that time. So I tell them of my wallet woes, and they looked around the cab and said they could haul me in for DUI. I asked how? I'm sitting off the road, keys are not in the ignition. "Physical Control". They asked for my drivers license, and I said it's in the wallet I lost! Anyway they let me off, with my promise not to go anywhere until mid-morning. Wish Washington cops were as flexible. I think my dog in the back seat helped.
So after getting my buddy's WU money, I headed home. By CDA the gas gauge was not looking good, and I was trying to limp into Spokane to hit my credit union, which thankfully is open half days on Saturday. By Post Falls I knew I wasn't going to make it. One thing about Chevy trucks - when the gauge says you are empty, you are empty. Unlike my Subaru, where when it sez you are empty you have a gallon or two left. Rather being stranded on the side of I-90 with a dying phone and no money, I pulled into a gas station. This pretty cute and age appropriate gal (wedding ring damn it) was gassing up, and I told her my woes and asked she would let me steal $5 of gas from her. She says sure, so I pulled forward and she gave me $15 of gas! Which I ended up needing as I wandered East Spokane looking for my bank. But what a sweety pie to do that for a compete stranger! Luckily I am charming and handsome and chicks like me.
Found WSECU, got cash - brought in my Truck registration as it was the only proof of who I was. Guy was cool - asked me some questions, bought that it was me, and off I went.
Hope you all enjoyed my tale of misery. I am done posting about it, think I hit all the lowlights.
After not being able to find my wallet, I went down the HIghway a ways and pulled way off the road. Still had beer then so I was imbibing in the cab. Keys safely in my pocket. Next thing I know, two Sheriff's deputies are knocking on my window. Passenger floor was covered in beer cans, and I was a mess by that time. So I tell them of my wallet woes, and they looked around the cab and said they could haul me in for DUI. I asked how? I'm sitting off the road, keys are not in the ignition. "Physical Control". They asked for my drivers license, and I said it's in the wallet I lost! Anyway they let me off, with my promise not to go anywhere until mid-morning. Wish Washington cops were as flexible. I think my dog in the back seat helped.
So after getting my buddy's WU money, I headed home. By CDA the gas gauge was not looking good, and I was trying to limp into Spokane to hit my credit union, which thankfully is open half days on Saturday. By Post Falls I knew I wasn't going to make it. One thing about Chevy trucks - when the gauge says you are empty, you are empty. Unlike my Subaru, where when it sez you are empty you have a gallon or two left. Rather being stranded on the side of I-90 with a dying phone and no money, I pulled into a gas station. This pretty cute and age appropriate gal (wedding ring damn it) was gassing up, and I told her my woes and asked she would let me steal $5 of gas from her. She says sure, so I pulled forward and she gave me $15 of gas! Which I ended up needing as I wandered East Spokane looking for my bank. But what a sweety pie to do that for a compete stranger! Luckily I am charming and handsome and chicks like me.
Found WSECU, got cash - brought in my Truck registration as it was the only proof of who I was. Guy was cool - asked me some questions, bought that it was me, and off I went.
Hope you all enjoyed my tale of misery. I am done posting about it, think I hit all the lowlights.
