AAAGGGGGGG!!! NOT AGAIN!!!

I have got to quit telling sacrilegious jokes.  And I need to stock up on snake bite cures.  I seem to have the black cloud over my head like Joe Btfsplk (the world’s worst jinx), the guy in the Lil Abner comic strip (see above.)

You know of the grand I spent on my two dogs.  You remember me telling you about the grand plus for the timing gear on the car and the $900 break and tire job on the truck.  Well, shit has happened again.

My grandson, J-Man and I were heading to the new house on Friday night.  We got off I-85 at the exit, needed gas, decided to wait until Saturday morning to get it.  Got up at 5:00 a.m. on Saturday to get a start on helping my son-in-law, Steven, move to the new house.

Started out, ran over something in the road.  Ran out of gas!  Had to call GEICO emergency road service to get some gas sent to us.  We were on a dirt road, a few miles from civilization.  This character straight out of the funny papers (late 60’s, long white hair combed down over the forehead ala Beatles, NO TEETH and funny as hell) brought us a couple of gallons of gas.  Great! Off we go.

A mile later the engine stops.   I’m out of gas again.  Strange!

J-Man and I walk to a QT gas station that is open 24/7 and got a gallon of gas.  Mind you, it’s 28 degrees outside and we are wearing light jackets and sneakers.  Anyshivering, we get back to the truck and I am poring gas in and J-Man says, “Paw-Paw, the gas is leaking out.”  FUCK ME!

I crawl under the truck and there is a hole in the gas tank that I can stick my hand in.  I think the gas tank itself has a puncture, but the plastic housing has a huge gouge in it.

There is still enough gas for me to drive to the QT and call GEICO again.  They will pay to have the truck towed...to the nearest Ford Deaer...5 miles away. Then I call a few dealers.  It seems a new gas tank is over $1,300.  Just fucking great.  The kitty is baron. There are no more cookies to pass out to the fucking world.  Broke! Nothing! Nada! Zilch!

So I had the truck towed to a garage that Dr. Amber uses and they are looking for an after-market (fancy word for ‘used’) tank.  They are 22 miles away.  I have to pay for 17 miles at $3.00 and some odd cents to have it towed.  Anybody need anyone killed for a few cheap dollars?  I need the money. 

I am also calling the junkyards in the area to see if they have one, too.

In the mean time I am stuck at home.  No way to go anyplace.  Stranded! Landlocked!  Just me, the dogs and the cat.  I am banging my head against the wall.  I have to get out of here.  I’m going crazy.  I need time off for good behavior.  I need someone to come and put a rope on the door and tie it to their bumper and drive off, ripping the door away.  I need to escape.  I cannot stand not having my truck.

Judy drove the car to work…she has no compassion today. 

I just pray (not kidding this time) that the garage can perform a miracle and fix, not replace, my tank.

I’ll let you know…if I don’t go bug-ass crazy first.