I am a GRAND AUTOMOTIVE GODDESS

So last night I was headed to work at the hellhole when I spied a gas station that was at $2.77 a gallon. Be still my heart. I pulled over to fill up and found my fuel door to be stuck. I called The Husband, who told me to pray I didn't run out and that he'd look at it in the morning.

Ask me. Did he look at it? Just ask me.

Today, when I was on my way to register my youngest son for preschool (which is a whole 'nother story of aggravation), I saw a gas station that was at $2.57. It practically had a fucking light shining around it. I tug on the door again, thinking that maybe the fuel door gnomes had bailed me out overnight; NYET. DENIED.

The Husband called to inform me that he's stuck working until 9pm (again), and I'm sure he'll throw me some "it's dark, I can't fix it" excuse when he gets home, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I went to the car. I opened the glove box. And I got the owner's manual.

I know it's a crazy concept, just bear with me.

I opened it up, hands trembling with excitement...lo and behold! There was an entire section dedicated to "Fuel Door Motor Failure". I popped open a panel on the inside, pulled a hook and VOILA!

The Volvo sat stranded by the side of the road...out of gas...
her fuel door hopelessly jammed.
"I wish K were here to save me," she sighed wistfully.

So now I'm piling three children into a car in search of the mythical $2.57 gas station. With my luck, it was probably a mirage.