Low Fuel Level

A couple of months ago I visited I-Needa. Stamping Brenda picked me up and we went to a few craft stores. I noticed then that the Low Fuel Level light on Brenda's vehicle was on. That made me rather nervous.

I'm one of those people who keep lots of fuel in the car. I use it, I replace it. Seldom, if ever, does the gas tank get below half full. I normally just top it off at a quarter low. I'm quite comfortable and secure that way. I do not have a low fuel level problem in my life.

Stamping Brenda didn't really care about the fuel light. She said not to worry as she could still drive a number of miles as it was. She told me exactly how many miles, but I've forgotten at this point. It was enough that I'd not be sitting by the side of the road waiting for gas.

Stamping Brenda's issue was that her husband was in charge of filling up the vehicle. He would do it the next day she reasoned.

In the meantime, the fuel light remained on and it dinged once in awhile just to make sure we were aware of the need for fuel.

I was reminded of this yesterday. I made a trip back to Nearby City to have a Simonez coat put on my new vehicle... the one I bought when going for an oil change. It was about a three hour process, so the dealership gave me a loaner so I could head to the mall. As I pulled out, I heard that dinging and noticed the low fuel light. Oh, my! Shades of Brenda!

Now I must confess that I chuckled a bit at this event. At the sight of the light, Brenda popped into my mind. The thing I remembered most at this point was her assurance that many miles were left before the vehicle would run out of gas. What comfort!! The mall was a short distance away, so I just drove there, low fuel light and all, and didn't really worry much about it.

If Brenda hadn't hauled me all over Big City with her low fuel light displayed, I might have been much less secure. I thought it was rather nice how things worked out.