Yesterday morning as we drove over the tank dam we saw Ginger and her friend so John went back the the grain tank while I fed the turtles. He got cubes to special feed the two new girls on the block. They weren't too interested in them so they must not be accustomed to eating cubes. As we were driving off John looked down at the gas gauge and said we've got to get home we're out of gas. Its on empty. I know we just filled that tank and we haven't used 'ole blue that much. I always have to try to figure things out so I started going back. Remember I told you I've already punched the button? He likes that button punched when he fills with the mileage. Then the ranting started---someone has been stealing my gas at night. I told him you better run in to Charlotte and buy a few gallons to get us to Wal*Mart. Its too hot for two old people to be stranded on the side of the road. Between the ranch and Charlotte we ran in to construction where you have to wait for a pilot car to lead you. We're sitting on empty and waiting. Turned the motor and air off. Of course when we got to the convienence store I was elected to go in to pay for $5.00 worth. Too expensive to fill, as least John thinks so. When we rolled into Wal*Mart most of the pumps were blocked off. Had to wait again. When John got back into the truck he said it would only hold a few gallons. The gas gauge isn't working. All those poor people who were accused of stealing gas and all that hot air we endured while waiting for the pilot car. We knew it was going to be one of those days so we stayed inside the rest of the day.