Apartment of the Apocalypse

The night before, my roommate asked me to tag along with her for a ride and drive her car back from work in the morning. Even though this required a 6:40 a.m. wake up for this Nella, and facing the cold hard non-light of pre-dawn, and her work is about a 20 minute walking distance from our apartment, I agreed to do it, because it's fucking cold in the cold, hard non-light of pre-dawn and I pitied her, and in the CHN-L of P-D, driving on auto-pilot is completely possible, as long as one is bundled enough against the cold.

Besides, she's certainly driven me enough places, it's only fair.

HOWEVER--it is NEVER a good thing to be getting into a car, to be driving out of the garage, and to hear said roommate give a nervous chuckle.

You see, the gas tank was empty. And not just "oh, the gas light just turned on, we've got at least 30 miles on it still" empty, but "I can't recall when the gas light turned on, but I've been driving on it for a while" empty.

At this point, it was 6:50 a.m., and she needed to be at work at 7. There was no time for detouring for gas, for there was no convenient gas station between and betwix. Of course, the only thought in my head was that, with my rum luck, the car would stall the minute she was dropped off to work.

And so, she drove on, as I watched the gas light in growing horror.

However, I've never witnessed my roommate press so gingerly on the gas pedal, EVER. That was slightly amusing.

But then, she had the GALL to try and reassure me!:
Me: If this car stalls, I'm a-gonna KILL you.
*silence*
Muneybags6: See! *patting the dash board* It's purring like a kitten!
Me: ...I'm a-gonna KILL you--
Muneybags6: It's Fine!
Me: --AND NO JUDGE WOULD CONVICT ME.

Well, we reached her work place without a hitch, and she bailed faster than a rat would a sinking ship.

And I was left with the return trip.

I'm certain white knuckled prayers happened. I'm certain I broke out into a cold sweat at every red light. There may have been a deal with the devil, but I'd rather not dwell on that. But ladies and gentlemen--

I MADE IT BACK TO THE APARTMENT.

...But I had forgotten my apartment keys.

So I had to buzz until a friend who was spending the night, woke up and let me, to which I say, thank GOD for friends what spend nights!

Shaky with relief, I curled into bed, thinking that was that, until some 20 minutes after I get into bed--

The apartment door opens, and my roommate walks in.

I think she had hoped I would have fallen back asleep, but from the coziness of my bed, I Glared, and it was Pointed. Turns out she DIDN'T have work at 7. She had work at 10.

I'm pretty certain I growled "BITCH get the FUCK out of my SIGHT and put some GAS in your CAR!", but the details are a little hazy.

And thus, was the start of my day. Luckily, not a harbinger of things to come, as it was over all a jolly day. Just a piss-poor start, is all.