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So, I’m on my way to work. Right when I go in the parking lot my car runs out of gas and completely stops.
Mind you, this has never happened to me before, so I’m about to start crying from fear. But an old man, cholo, and housewife stop and help me push it into a parking space.
Nice people. Everyone pray for them with me.
Anyways, I call my mom as I walk across the parking lot to my job, telling her that my car ran out of gas and I get off at 8, so she can pick me up.
Then I act like myself and don’t worry about it, because there isn’t anything I can do during work that can help the situation.
Fast forward to 30 minutes before I get off: I get a text message from my mom. It says, “I locked my keys inside my car. I’m waiting for dad to come home, then I’ll get you.”
Naturally, I start laughing. We really are related, I guess. :)
I’m now at work waiting for her to come pick me up. Lets hope my dad’s truck doesn’t spontaneously combust or something.