This post was based on a true story.
Once apon a time I went to see some of my friends perform in a show.
It. Was. Awesome.
After the show, as I drove away my car started beeping at me. In my usual fashion I attempted to solve the problem by yelling at it. I yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT CAR?!? SHUT UP!!" When this didn't solve the problem, I used my brain to figure out what was wrong with my car.
It turns out that my 'Low Fuel' light was on.
So I drove to the nearest gas station, pulled up to a pump, and went inside to pay.
Here is what happened next:
I think he thought I was crazy... or on drugs... or just to dumb to realize that 20 gallons would never fit in my Chevy Cobalt LS coupe which has a 12 gallon tank, and that I came in and handed him a twenty dollar bill...