During one of our many road trips home from Salt Lake City, we passed through a small town in Arizona, Glendale, along the Interstate 15. I mentioned to Scott we were low on fuel and he assured me we would make it to Vegas where gas was much cheaper. Being the trusting wife I am, I whole hearted supported his decision.
We were about 20 miles from Las Vegas and you can guess what happened . . . out of petrol. Now this was before cell phones were readily available and we suddenly found ourselves in a bit of a bind. How could we reach AAA?
My dad had been playing with the girls and using an old phone that plugged into the cigarette lighter. It was ancient, had the cord and everything. Addison insisted on bringing it home with her. She pulled in out and suggested we plug it in and give it a go. Scott raised his eyebrows and I reminded him why we were in this fix in the first place and he plugged it in and dialed 911. Believe it or not, it worked and they connected him to AAA and they said they would send a truck right away from the town that we did not stop in for gas. It was going to take about 45 minutes. Now it gets interesting.
We are pulled off to the side of the freeway, it's getting dark and we've got four little girls that are bored. Hope is yelling because Kelsey has told her the Baba Yaga's have changed her into a worm. Addison wants to call her friends on the phone. Shae is singing to her tape player. They are invading each other's space as well as mine. I have a splitting headache and at this point I am so frustrated I don't care what Scott is doing.
Fortunately, the truck arrives before we tear each others faces off. It was actually early and gave us enough fuel to really get us to Las Vegas and we are once again on our way towards the OC.
By the way, the gas we bought from the tow truck was twice as much as we would have paid in that little town.
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