Running on Empty

I still had fourteen miles to go before I ran out of gas- plenty to make it to the gas station seven miles away.

I swung by and picked up a young teen in need of encouragement, and off we went. When my van gave a little shudder on the last turn, I wondered why I am always running on empty.

I am too busy to stop and get gas.I am irked that gas runs out, so I ignore the gauge. (Why can’t it be a never-ending supply?)Gas is expensive.

I filled the tank as my young friend stared ...