![big grin :D](./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif)
36 out of 40 people think I have the plague.
![Not talking [-(](./images/smilies/eusa_snooty.gif)
1 out of 40 people is deathly afraid of me and had to put the pedal to the floor upon me trying to flag him/her down.
![Speak to the hand =;](./images/smilies/eusa_hand.gif)
3 out of 40 people are good samaritans.
![Angel O:)](./images/smilies/eusa_angel.gif)
Me and these three people found out some more excellent info- Ed is extremely heavy.
![d'oh! #-o](./images/smilies/eusa_doh.gif)
So they pushed me halfway there. That means I was still down the hill, but it was less of the walk to the station and Ed wasn't in the road anymore. So I went up there and asked to borrow a can. Lo and behold, they didn't have one, but they recommended someplace that did. The rain picked up on the walk there.
![Boo hoo! :-({|=](./images/smilies/eusa_boohoo.gif)
So I got there, and recieved a funnel and a plastic jug.
![Eh? :-s](./images/smilies/eusa_eh.gif)
I walked back to the station (by this point it's nearly pouring) and got $1 in gas in the jug.
I walked back to the van and put this in, attempting to keep the rain out of the gas tank.
Then I drove up to the station, put the other $9 in the tank, and walked back to the other place to return the funnel and jug. By this point my hands are drenched in gas, and I'm dripping with a combination of rain and sweat.
After scrubbing my hands in the icy water (the establishment doesn't have a water heater), I walked back to the van, climbed in, and went to school.
When I got there, it was nearly 8:40. I had to explain all this to my teacher, who doesn't like me very well because... well... I'm always late.
![d'oh! #-o](./images/smilies/eusa_doh.gif)
So in the end,
Me -->
![dunce :dunce:](./images/smilies/smile_dunce.gif)
Ed -->
![I'm with Stupid :withstupid:](./images/smilies/smile_withstupid.gif)
So... Am I just a big moron, or does anyone else have any empty tank battle stories?