“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure….I “A think.”
“What do you mean—you think. You either know or you don’t. The boss is gonna blow up,” he said disgustingly. I was sure that I filled the tank. Why it was spittin’ and sputterin’ was a mystery to me.
Well, in my defense, the fuel gauge was permanently stuck on ‘empty’ which necessitated that you must fill up the tank after so many miles—you had to kee…
