(Originally posted May 2008)
On a recent trip to Disneyworld — a 9-hour drive — my brother wondered out loud if he should get gas or see how far their new Pilot (yes, they have one, too) would go. I hadn’t yet told him about my incident, but I did when he called to tell me what my sister-in-law said.
Dana: If you run us out of gas, I will use your blood for fuel!
John: Ummm… I think I’ll fill up here.