a fume & a prayer

Have you heard the expression 'on a wing and a prayer'? Well last week, I decided to change it to... on a fume and a prayer. Let me explain.

Logan and I were heading over to the Western Hills area of Ohio, I exited I-75 at the Harrison Ave. Exit. If you aren't familiar with that area, the exit ramp makes a loop and goes up a slight hill. About half way through the loop my car begins to lose power and start sputtering.

"Oh no! I forgot to get gas."

Logan immediately said, "Want me to say a prayer?"

Well, we did make it to the gas station. The book for my car says the gas tank holds 19 gallons. I put 19.4 in at that BP station. Like I said, a fume and a prayer.