At least you had a legitimate reason for your car to stop working...

I was on a road trip a couple years ago with some other people from my college. We were going from Storrs, Connecticut, USA to Boynton Beach, Florida, a trip of about 1385 miles (2229 kilometers) and the guy driving had trouble reading the digital gas gauge, and the guy riding shot-gun couldn't read it either. I had fallen asleep in the backseat and woke up when we started slowing down... We ran out of gas. We were able to coast to the exit ramp and pull over, then had to walk about a mile and a half to the nearest gas station. Very embarrassing.


From Pheremone, My Lovely:

Clark: Lois! Please! Get a grip!
Lois: Believe me, I’d love to!