Driving back from WI this weekend, the car had alerted us a number of times we were running low on fuel.

We didn’t stop.

Until we reached the station closest to home (albeit one a few cents higher than the one we passed a few minutes earlier).

The car has a 14 gallon tank. 14 hundredths of a gallon remained.

“I told you we’d get home, I didn’t say it’d be pretty.”

I think some variation of this story has been told a thousand times this past week and will be told a thousand times more over the next 6 months.